Luyện nghe bài hát Steal The Show

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

A yo, I'm Lee the school boy
The civilized boy
I got not one, two, three, four, five, but six
For equality, Vokal, Cammy, and
I smoke la daa-da-dee, it got me boomin' like ba-da-bing
Rap, don't sing cause 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, kong's are writin' songs
Cats be gettin' thinkin' they got it goin' on
Folks brought you a brawl, it all started in ya
Check the background, St. Louis clown the U-Town
Fourteen, pimp of the like Dru Down
Same crew now, it's too damn quiet but too
Hoes be pretendin' sayin they too proud
If I the world, I do now
Me and the 'Tics 'bout to rack 'em and move the

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

I rip and smash, with a 44 mag
This nigga jag, the front to the back I heard it crash
you said you hurt 'em bad, you heard him laugh
Talkin' 'bout whoopin' my ass
I never let a do that, who that
Get his brains blew with a new gat
Yellin' "true that", hollowtips is goin' through that
And I didn't have to get my team just to do that
In a blue hat, with a black baggy Kani
An out ring just to scar on your eye
Hard to die, Bruce, Lee get a victory
Cats is sick like H-I-V if feelin' weak
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 controllin'
yes y'all like Das EFX, I's be next
To rep that Midwest, it's sets and

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

me load up the ammo, cock it back slow
In the door, infrared low
Tell me somethin' that I don't know
Like, which one of these closets 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
other than satisfaction gon' blow
Heard through the grapevine you for me
Couldn't be, cause if it was you would be from me
Shook when ya see rollin' in the GS-3
Hangin' out the like "bing, bing, bing"
Back the car up, pop the now
Can ya ya breath cause I'mma flood this town
That ass scream "nine-second-five here"
Neighbors on the lawn "Nelly, why right here"

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

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

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

the cops