Luyện nghe bài hát Stick You

[Intro - conversation with in the background]

Yo, yo - you got that Let me see that. (It's right here, yo)
- look, son! That's the second time that nigga did that, yo!
Second time! that, yo! (What the fuck is this shit, yo?)
Is your shit, no? Is it? (No, this shit is weak)
Yo, that's the second time son did shit, yo
(Word, I don't talk...)
Yo, fuck yo (word up)
We're gonna go get him right now, yo, us, us, here, yo
Us, yo, nobody else, we get him, yo
(listen, listen, son)
[Tragedy] Listen, listen - Yo, we gotta map shit out, son
we can't just be them things...
Meet us on 160 - the nigga be on 1-5-2,
and we gonna do it on 160, we gonna get...
[Tragedy] Look, I'm sayin' dun, we gonna it real, man
(He ain't do it to us again son! We gonna do it son!)
Look, I'm sayin' - you I'm with you - you know how we get down
We gonna get the nigga but we gotta map this out right
cause people, I... nigga got mad, fuckin,
you know what I'm sayin' Boricua niggas runnin' him (word?)
You know I'm sayin'?
[Noreaga] They ain't expect it,
we gonna move raining son,
ain't gonna expect it right now,
they gonna expect it, son
I ain't trying to have no 2-5 casualties, man,
that's I'm sayin', I want us to get in,
and get the out...

Khadafi]
From 41-12, to the U.S.A. building in
My crew back, we're cap peeling
Your crew dealing, in a box with no
Informer type, what you get for squealing
the money or the morgue son, ready to die
Black Infinit-i, yo, papi, Ki
The coke connect - don't us, he wanna touch us
So call Russ, tell him, scoop me in the
It's all good, in the 'hood, know shhh
Infrared, off the roof, ol' scope shhh
CNN, desert men, holding the chrome with grip
Sing, straight convict
Strap the door, C-4, detonatin'
Blow the spot, give a fuck who you go and get
We the yayo
And the that's in the stash, strip his Tommy drawers
Yo, check the of his ass
(Noreaga) Yo, on homo shhh?!
Nah kid, we on real shit
we here, we might as well get all of it
Inshallah akbar supporter
CNN, men supreme order(word)

A kassi[???], three and a quarter, Arab
Me and shorty from the Mecca, having a
Play the Shark Bar, sipping on French
On the rocks, son, hit me on the box
Time to hit the spot, regulate the fucking block

[Tragedy
Grab the gray tape, gag his mouth, him for the rats
Stuck him for the couldn't get the money back

So you at?

Khadafi]
Meet me uptown, by the polo
Strapped with the vest, I got the 4-pound
Caduece(tell who?), bring the A.K.(wha?),
so y'all can me down

Aight kicko, I'ma you in a hour, keep the three power close
Gotta get dun, and we
Met in Iraq(huh?), then winged by the back
up the trunk, and threw in the big gat
Took off, threw the mask over the dome
We war prone, desert men all shown
Met on 1-5-2, now we figure,
Looking for that rich Dominican with that act vigor
Chico, he got perico, do he know
We him for all of his dough(nigga)

[Tragedy] ain't your oridinary sh thug sh, that you used to, Q.U.
[Noreaga] We you, we supposed to
[Tragedy] Not your ordinary sh thug sh you used to, Q.U.
[Noreaga] We you

Yo, for I been buying my coke from the same cat
Gherri nigga, Dominican nigga who look Black
As I think back, transform to crack
Yo amigo, him and Rico, they got
Son I know the spot, the back of my hand
Networked a plan, we him and his man
Working zip-lock, pop the lock, flee the
the knot, national(hurry up! hurry up!),
tell come and get me on 160
I got three people with me, with
We uptown on the benches
The cab taking long, Dominicans strong
Claiming that it's on, from dusk 'til
We right across the street, they see us
Ay yo, our disguise, it got us looking like we Jesus
Inshallah, we flee the mega far
Jump up in car, and scream "Alhumdu Allah!"
25 lost sleep, the other 25 lost heat(snitching)
A gave up Luis, and it wasn't worth it
The CNN drug circuit, (yo) fold
Pass the tape, regulate, cowboy rope strapped
To the chair, stay there, he just a Ranger
That snitched on me in danger
Noreaga, treat ass like a stranger
Yo - yo yo -

you, and him too - you and you
(Bitch ass nigga)
Got you back, got you
We got you back - sellin' that fake yak