Luyện nghe bài hát Yapp City

[Intro: Killah]
[church ringing]
Yeah, yeah, we want all shit, we'll take all that shit
up on 'im right, feel me?
Soon as he around, just yapp this nigga
I got everything,
They ain't gotta do nothing, but just search them
go...

[Ghostface
Nobody move, get hurt
This is a stick up, I want y'all to y'all skirts
I mean shirts, take ya hoodies off, and watches
Before you put ya hands on the wall, ya pockets
Fix ya face, a robbery, nigga, respect the juks
Stop shaking, you making me nervous, I that you shook
The fuck is sticking out from under ya foot?
Move, ya head around, nigga, you better not look
Stacks, you hiding from Tone? I'll shake, ya bones
You killed him! Nah, hit him with the back of the chrome
In the dark, yo, I do this
That's the why I don't shake hands, in case I gave you a phone
That's a buck fifty, hickey, when I strike I do it quickly
Creep up on my victims swiftly, make it for you to stick me
Cuz if we shoot it out, cuz if I die tonight you coming me
nigga, eat through ya chest like some fucking whiskey

[Chorus: Solomon
BOY! Gut him like a pig in the
Or auction off ya bitch parts
BOY! Poison a guard dog, disarm the devices
Throw ya head in (yeah)
BOY! Or stick a hot blade his heart
Get to sticking for the right prices
BOY! Yeah, is priceless.. GET 'EM!

[Sun
Aiyo, I up, packed the shotti
Black mags in lobbies, with red dots, to detach the
If you a boss, why ya is sloppy?
This a Island burglar gang, ock, not no Ave could stop me
I'm on the road, not no robbery
When it come to that dough, it over like paper bag tsunamis
I take shit, lumberjacks and
Niggaz passing out bombs like Culpepper, so I pass 'em
My glove, black mask, requirements
Sent the order to Trife Dies', and he send 'em fast, they flying in
These cowards couldn't clash our den
That forty-four mag'll ya aves and the cav you flying in
We hoping out cabs Iron Men
It's hard to believe how niggaz with no bag supplying sense
cuz my staff is hiring
Canine dogs felonies duck fast when firing

[Trife Da
Aiyo, we carry arms like a
Shorty's strapped with the mac inside her pocket
all lots of kush
Dark tints on the V so the D's spot the crooks
Just throw ya hands in the sky, don't try to the juks
Face down, lay on the ground, no moves
Yo, then, take off his Timbs and get the work out his
Rip off the pockets out his shoes, make he come out his used
I hear sirens, plus the is watching, it's time to move
If you lolly-gagging, word to mama, body bag 'im
Leave his frame with holes, looking like Gotti had 'im
Bragging, juked, in the wagon,
We slid a few down, this kid was frozen
With stones so we to yapp 'im
I put the tool in his mouth, said "You want the action
ain't E pills, nigga, these is fuckin aspirin
Bean, blast 'im, Homo' get his girl for his and
Yo, E, go stop the whip, they 'bout to a slashing" (BOY!)