Luyện nghe bài hát Jackin' for Beats '99

* several different are used in this song
ice cube's "jacking for beats"

(jigga my nigga-jay-z)

What's my muthafuckin'

And who I'm wit
All my
Uh uh uh labels better get it
Rappers better that beat fool
clik you been robbed now
You didn't know sticky on ya track now
said you number 1 in the streets
That's why I'm coming for you jackin' your beat
I took ya beat and rearranged it on some dumb
Got robbed on the radio broad day
The thugs it it's not a game
solo on that ass but it's still the same

(holla rule)
robba robba
Jackin' rappers beats and 'em hotta hotta
all ya spins plus ya dollas dollas
Killas if you feel me just folla (what, come on)
it to the streets hold ya gats and bust the heat
Even if it's off your I gots to eat
I'm on bullshit for no apparent reason
I it wit y'all I'm ready to die breathin'

(hate me now-nas)
the rappers I rob
The beats I take
The labels I
For 30 help you perform at the wake
Touch ya life and everything I touch I
me now 'cause later gon be too late
I you
I spit is controversial
I'm the illest killa they ever signed to
F the
I'm God son
As soon as they blink bet ya bottom dolla rob 'em

(how to cent)
My sticky fingaz turn fists ya jaw
ya ass in real life at the source awards
The real fifty brooklyn God bless he got outed
You just a clown who front and rout about it
I got a new
For a few mil
to kill
You fruity dru hill
You spare you ain't even half a man 'cause
Matter of fact you even half the man ya moms was

(ha-juvenile)
Oh you you was safe, ha
you could escape, ha
'cause we mates, ha
Oh you thought I get yo cake, ha
You thought that beat from the dirty wasn't gon get raped, ha
And birds wanna have baby, ha
Dogs run stayin' sticky crazy, ha
He ain't got no of sense, ha
No what I do
Might even my own crew

(throw ya gunz-onyx)
The original take 'em out 'em out dead
at me wrong kid I put that thing to ya head
Sticky fingaz going for self the cops
Don't even to me about the onyx shit you'll get shot

(play cease)
5 in the morning killas at ya door
4-4 I'm puttin' chalk on your floor
Find you up the from ya house dead in the store
the beat like pigeons and I'm bucking 'em all
Press ya luck and fall
Neva seen nothing raw
I'm the world been waitin' for
no more
This wack can't take no more
Should've been banned the should've made it a law

(what ya want-eve)
I'm for war
What ya niggas (what, what, what, bring it)
Can't
All y'all niggas even rob swizz beats
Nowadays gettin' 50 g's
Jack they beat kid I did my for free
you for ya pub I ain't payin' a fee
I loop it up on the mpc

(the is goin' on over here-busta rhymes)
Long as you neva seen nothing this while
Took ya beat and flipped it right in my
Just payin' back niggas be bitin' my
And if it's in the crowd I put some life in the crowd
gift to the underground
Running 'em
Fucking 'em
Empires be tumblin'
The end of the world is around
ya ass in the ground
Nothing to
the rules
Playin' for
I'ma shark in the waters it ain't in the streets
Sticky fingaz and I'm for beats