Luyện nghe bài hát How To Rob An Industry Nigga

The art of robbed
is how we do Brooklyn style, boy
You what I'm saying?

R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P A C
R.I.P niggas that OD
Aiyyo, the line is I'ma crook with a deal
If my record sell, I'ma rob and steal

You better recognize, nigga, I'm straight from the
These niggaz starting to look like something to eat
I'll Kim and tell Puff, "You wanna see her again?"
Get your ass to the nearest ATM

I dreams of fucking an R an' B bitch
And I'll wake up early and bounce with all shit
I apply pressure, son, it ain't even funny
I'm about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney

Brian McKnight, I can get that anytime
Have Keith sweating, down the barrel from my nine
these Harlem World niggaz seem to all be fam
I put the gun to Cardan him, "Tell your man
Mason Betha, haha, come up of watch now
I right now"

The excuse for being broke is being in jail
An entertainer can't make if he broke as hell
I'd rob O.D.B. but that'd be a of time
Probably to clap him, run and toss the nine

I'd follow Fox in the drop for blocks
Plotting to juice her for that rock Kurupt
What, just sold like 4 mil'?
He got to live for
Don't want no nigga four thru that Bentley Coupe door

I'll man handle like bitch, get on the ground
You with Tommy no more, who gonna protect you now?
I been scheming Tone and Poke since they me
Steve know not to wear that platinum around me

I'm a klepto, nah, for real, son, I'm
I'm 'bout to stick Slick Rick for all old school shit
Right now I'm bent and when I get this, I don't think
to make Stevie J take off that tight ass mink
I'll rob Pun without a gun, his piece then run
nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon' catch me, son?

This ain't
Being can make you delirious
So we rob and steal so our can be bigger
50 Cent, how it feel to rob an nigga?

This ain't
Being broke can make you
So we rob and so our ones can be bigger
50 Cent, how it feel to rob an industry

I'll P and Silkk, The Shocker right after the Grammies
And Will Smith and Jada ass down in
Run up on Timberland and Missy the pound
you gimme the cash and you put the hot dog down

I figured it out been Joe before
That's why his ass don't be a playa no more
Mad at you, I'm J.D.
you, pay me

Had Da Brat with 'em, had his gat with him
DMX get down, well, you tell, homey
I'm on that Treach shit, I do my 'Dirt All By My
I should rob Clue, man, his shit did
I stick TQ but his shit ain't sell

I hit the studios, shit and leave
Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny ass
Tell Sticky, gimme the cash before I three
I'll beat your ass that white boy on MTV

Canibus wanna while I'm sticking them up
Nigga get capped coroners him up
Heavy to hide his shit, nigga try to stall ya
He said "Why you me
I got 'Nuttin But for ya

Caught for his Cash Money piece
him I want it all, he said, "Even my gold teeth?"
I caught Blackstreet on a back in a black jeep
We at a time, get out and take off shine

Did you ever think you would be this rich?
Did you ever think that you have these hits?
Did you ever think I'd flash the nine
And walk off with your shit like mine?

keep sticking niggas until I'm livid
I'll rob Boys II Men like I'm Bivins
Tyson for half that cash like Robyn Givens
I'm for real, I'm' bout to stick Mister C
That nigga still off Big's first LP

I had Busta and the Flipmode on the floor
He asked me if I had enough, I him 'Gimme Some More'
Is you feeling this? Then wait for the
I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbing God's

ain't serious
Being can make you delirious
So we rob and steal so our can be bigger
50 Cent, how it feel to rob an industry

For real, yo, you what I'm saying?
Niggas got to get stuck up, that's just how it goes
It matter if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga
It matter, if you got it and I need it I want it

50 ain't fucking around
Track ain't fucking around
Cat ain't fucking around
The Madd Rapper aint fucking

So watch your backs, your pocket book
your pockets, watch everybody on the train
Watch on the bus
'Cause we gonna get you you like it or not