Luyện nghe bài hát Yapp City

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

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

[Chorus: Childs]
BOY! Gut him a pig in the dark
Or off ya bitch body parts
BOY! Poison a dog, disarm the alarm devices
Throw ya in vicegrips (yeah)
BOY! Or stick a hot through 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, red dots, to detach the body
If you a boss, why ya cash is
This a Staten Island burglar gang, ock, not no Ave could me
I'm on the road, not no massive
When it come to dough, it over flow like paper bag tsunamis
I take shit, and Tommy's
Niggaz passing out like Culpepper, so I pass behind 'em
My black glove, black mask,
the order to Trife Dies', and he gon' send 'em fast, they flying in
These cowards couldn't our lion's den
forty-four mag'll twist ya aves and the cav you flying in
We hoping out like Iron Men
hard to believe how niggaz leave with no bag supplying sense
Empty cuz my staff is
Canine dogs with felonies fast when firing

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