Luyện nghe bài hát Jackin' for Beats '99

* several different beats are used in song
Like ice "jacking for beats"

(jigga my nigga-jay-z)

What's my name

And who I'm wit
All my
Uh uh uh better get it right
Rappers gimme 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 first jackin' beat
I ya beat and rearranged it on some dumb shit
Got robbed on the broad day public
The thugs loved it it's not a
Went solo on ass but it's still the same

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

(hate me now-nas)
the rappers I rob
The that I take
The I snake
For 30 help you perform at the wake
Touch ya and everything I touch I take
Hate me now 'cause gon be too late
I you
Everything I is controversial
I'm the illest killa ever signed to universal
F the
I'm God son
As soon as they blink bet ya bottom i'ma rob 'em

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

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

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

(play cease)
5 o'clock in the killas at ya door
Colt 4-4 I'm puttin' chalk on your
you up the block from ya house dead in the store
Work the beat like and I'm bucking 'em all
Press ya luck and you'll
Neva seen nothing raw
I'm what the been waitin' for
Wait no
This wack shit take no more
Should've been banned the streets should've it a law

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

(the party is goin' on here-busta rhymes)
Long as you live seen nothing this while
Took ya beat and flipped it in my style
Just back niggas be bitin' my style
And if it's dead in the crowd I put life in the crowd
God's to the underground
'em down
Fucking 'em
Empires be down
The end of the world is around
Throw ya ass in the
to lose
Changing the
Playin' for
I'ma in the waters it ain't safe in the streets
Sticky fingaz and I'm jackin' for