Luyện nghe bài hát Steal The Show

Yo, 'for the nigga mention my name I let him know the
I'm the nigga, same nigga, thought was a lame
Now I push a nigga, you know the name nigga
Peep the Iceberg jeans, the ice chain
And if I got beef I let the world know it
So if you got beef let the whole know it
One, take it to the streets let the whole know it
It's the chance for your big career, don't it
Or get it blown from the top gun
I ain't finished 'bout it 'till ya top gone nigga
Dissin' my you catch hot ones
I'm hot son, yo that's why I carry hot
I'm on a beach in L.A. fly misses
While you niggas at the crib tryna' find
Yo I'm head from the Mexican dime bitches
Them niggas mad they riches ain't like my riches

A yo, I'm Lee the school boy
The jewel boy
I got not one, two, three, four, five, but six
For equality, Vokal, Cammy, and
I smoke la like daa-da-dee, it got me boomin' ba-da-bing
Rap, don't gotta sing I get my hum on
Actually I get on
Hoes tongues be on my dong
Gevity-long, head at night, in the morn'
Lunatic, five strong, king kong's are writin'
Cats be gettin' gone they got it goin' on
Folks you a brawl, it all started in ya home
Check the background, St. Louis clown from the
Fourteen, pimp of the year like Dru
Same crew now, too damn quiet but too loud
Hoes be pretendin' always sayin they too
If I the world, I do now
Me and the 'Tics 'bout to 'em and move the crowd

the cops, I see a robbery in progress
Lunatics about to steal the
(Where you from?)
From the S-T-L, M-O,

Call the cops, I see a robbery in
Lunatics about to steal the
(Where you from?)
the S-T-L, M-O, 3-1-4

I rip grass and smash, a 44 mag
This jag, from the front to the back I heard it crash
Nigga you you hurt 'em bad, you heard him laugh
trash 'bout whoopin' my ass
I never let a nigga do that, who
Get his blew back with a new gat
Yellin' "true that", hollowtips is goin' clean that
And I have to get my whole team just to do that
In a blue hat, with a baggy Karl Kani
An iced out ring just to scar on eye
Hard to die, Bruce, Lee get a victory
Cats is sick like H-I-V if they feelin'
We be Nikki Sacks, Jackie Frost,
Danny Terrio, Schultz, to the Motorola
Money up, whippin' the Rover, high roller dog
What you holdin', I'm paid, so y'all
yes y'all like Das EFX, I's be next
To rep that Midwest, sets and projects

Now once Keyaun say hit the safe, raise the
'Tics in fifty states, might as well blaze the
I got moves to make, to handshakes
Drugs for papes, now I'm CDs and tapes
Funerals and wakes caused by and hate
A snake is still a snake no the size or shape
Those that hate, anchored with weights, found in the
Come off the my main, you tied to the gate
First you a case, second you caught the babes
Third, you caught me with your date, that was no
Good things to those who wait
So if you waitin' on them 'Tics, huh, they gon' be
In house with your spouse I'm doin' the nasty
I'm a felon, ask Jay, I rob industries and
Branson and hashy, add gas and somethin'
And the place, ya heard me

Watch me up the ammo, cock it back slow
In the back door, low
Tell me somethin' that I don't already
Like, which one of closets contain cash flow
Got three little problems I just thought you know
Peep, I'm to 'yes' and I'm allergic to 'no'
I'm obsessed with dough, money and the hoes
Anything other than satisfaction gon'
through the grapevine you lookin' for me
Couldn't be, cause if it was you would be bookin' me
Shook when ya see Nelly rollin' in the
out the sunroof like "bing, bing, bing"
Back the car up, pop the now
Can ya hold ya breath cause flood this town
ass scream "nine-second-five right here"
Neighbors on the lawn like "Nelly, why here"

Call the cops, I see a robbery in
Lunatics about to steal the
(Where you from?)
From the S-T-L, M-O,

the cops, I see a robbery in progress
Lunatics about to the show
(Where you from again?)
From the S-T-L, M-O,

Call the cops, I see a in progress
about to steal the show
(Tell me again, you guys from?)
the S-T-L, M-O, 3-1-4

Call the