Luyện nghe bài hát The Robbery Song

Niggas know we do robberies, we ain't up in no crib for 2 g's
We want 50 thou and 4 ki's
And maybe after that we just breath
But if you it can't happen, nigga please
We put you on your knees, you was praying
We ain't
It's the o-ffi-cial, o-rig-inal, season-al, crimi-nals

You the format, ringing your bell, standing on your doormat
'who is it? " thats sentence
Looking through the peephole with your eyes
Too late, we kicked the door off the
I heard you selling stacks of getting mad-tracked
Thats why we in your place, throwing face in the carpet
With the rug rats, where the at, fuck that!
I represent broke who ain't no joke nigga
rolled in bamboo cause we here to smoke niggas
And fuck uppercuts, like we here to fight you up
Man, we hang you from a chandalier and you up
We like free delivery cause we take out
you cracking like daffy with duct tape on your mouth
And roping you strings and tessles squeezing your blood vessel
Leaving your ass up like pretzels
Ak to the to the le, rolling with real g's
these official robberies yes!

I'm on some mike tyson shit kid
Thats how I'm
Cause when I robbing, you'd better start giving
How else you think the money's supposed to thats why
I need bread I grab the toaster and stick niggas for they crumbs
I as you get stuck for bucks
Whether it's in airplanes or airports cause I don't give a flying
I drop it like an was the topic
I'll be damned if you ain't
I'll in your pockets
Shake you like gelatin, and for all you semaritans playing hero
put one in your belly
And leave your stomachs looking like the 0
As a rob like work cause I need mad
Cream, like vaseline put you in intensive
the tech 9 backing you up like spines
Taking materialistic things like rings
Like your hoe, doe, gold and diamonds
I turned art into art-tillery
With guns that bark to keep them from me
On point, like a sword cause I always stay on
Ready to clap a stinking victim like a fucking
Anywhere,
Even if you got condoms in wallet
That mean your money's safe
So act like you not having it when I start it
Guns in your (gibberish) like you talk arabic
Holding a mac that I pimp like a
But of you macks, never find a mac
Ever you lost that job at mcdonalds
But I know that mork your ass like nanu-nanu
By putting one shell in your head like a
Or do to 2 to your head
Before I damn wanted to let you that you ain't who's hot
And you niggas not it home in the fucking morning
Because..............