Luyện nghe bài hát The Heist

Straight up nigga, I'm a money man
You know time it is with me, yo
right
Take the track, cut the heads off, split it the middle man
Take the bones out man for
all applepie, yeah
Straight up, Flipmode BK King

Aiyo, it was the heist since ice
rituals
Skated outta wit the Fruit Loop jewels
Holdin' a blue Uzi
Krush Groovin' waves off the
Coolin', that's how we make
gun brawlers, bounce
Black down bill-a-head banks, Malibu colorful
That's the way we live, Island kid

Old dog in it, the thug vaccine no pork in it
imagination paper chasin'
Dufflebag swollen, we
Drink milk before we roll in
It's like ya'll, we gangstas
Stickin' all you Bay Benzes
I'm out to get erect, shit be the diamond district
Tiffany's, pretty Valentine brick is on the second floor
Gems is magnificent, diamonds is
"Busta Rhymes take me, help!"

caught 'em at the ice pavilion, dressy, salad bar style Nestle
Four white niggas covered in vest think like a mob flick
like Patsy in the mask, piece bust
Got aggravated, slapped the pieces
One nigga beamin', fagot ass lay on the ya fuck!
his broken arm to his Hush Puppies
Wrapped around trauma, everything than fuck
Tajuana my nigga niece live coma
Three Italians, suited down personal style

I'm in valor white on the 'dallions
like some crackers was in back of me
Spit on the clerk, the Harry Winston set
backin' me bust a shot, motored
Four male in work, Lord
We get once more before we blow this
Murdered
Left 'em all down, brotha
Three wicked ass 6's, colors

Money!
Drop dead on the
Nigga, pass the to the door
Pass me all the in the drawer
Or I promise be payin' the price
Feelin' like a nigga died
Execute the world's diamond heist
Ya'll niggas we out to get this money!

(C'mon money! money! C'mon money!)
Raekwon, Ghostface, Marce c'mon!
(C'mon money! money! C'mon money! C'mon money!)
get this money nigga

Yeah we near the mind out
in Africa
The Feds is after us, vest on my
the Acuras, feel like a Mac bustin'
A rug in on percussion
I'll in your gate, nigga it's nothin'
A hail storm, ice rainin', containin'
Info, what you in for complainin'

Sick deep in this language
Did I you how my day's spent?
Speakin' the face of Ronald Reagan
Iceberg history,
Kaleidescope colors, hollow head shells and flarin'
Hate to see me comin' like gray on day of judgment
Makes you wonder where the went
Hit a nigga, feed him to buzzards

Put up numbers, plus I'm one to his mug in
We in the safe, check what I'm huggin'
Rocks the of some shit, out in the Congo
My arms full, let's get the out, Busta I got you

Aiyo we do great study on and stones like archaeologists
Gemologists, collect the most ices anonymous
Canary stones yellow a pumpkin
Dunkin' Donut precious size stones make me cut the safe open
Rae pass the blowtorch, ghost brought the dynamite
Marciano brought a chisel an ice pick
cuts, invisible settings
Plannin' the world's greatest diamond
Playin' a by Otis Redding

Icicle cones from the ceiling just like still?
Time to throw on a skully and a rag tight
light went off and in the basket
Grabbed the necklace from off the satin pillow while the casket
Ice lay the crushed burgundy velvet
Up in the diamond
Gun in your face, it right away
Roundtable Habib, Mirishnokof, and the rest of them Jewish niggas

We got them niggas and talkin' foolish see
You the way we straight manipulated this shit
We swindle them niggas for all their things
Before we skated and shit, yeah, ya'll niggas know we early
Disguised ourselves as the Jews and even left my sideburns curly
Bounce to and spend some pesos
And bury the diamonds on an island your never like Turks in Keikos
Everytime we hit, we in and out
be surprised if we behind supplyin' niggas all the platinum and shit

(Money! Money! Money! Money!)
Yeah, the greatest jewel heist
(Money! Money! Money! Money!)
and successfully executed
(Money! Money! Money! ! Money!)
By none other than Ghostface Killah, the Chef
(Money! Money! Money! Money!)
Rock Marciano and Busta
(Money!)
A job well done fellas, very piece of work