Luyện nghe bài hát Jackin' for Beats '99

* several different are used in this song
Like ice "jacking for beats"

(jigga my nigga-jay-z)

What's my name

And who I'm wit
All my
Uh uh uh better get it right
Rappers better gimme beat fool
Clik clik you been now
You didn't sticky fingaz on ya track now
Somebody said you number 1 in the
That's why I'm coming for you first your beat
I ya beat and rearranged it on some dumb shit
Got robbed on the radio broad day
The thugs loved it not a game
Went solo on ass but it's still the same

(holla rule)
Beat robba
Jackin' beats and make 'em hotta hotta
Stealin' all ya spins ya dollas dollas
Killas if you feel me folla folla (what, come on)
Take it to the hold ya gats and bust the heat
Even if it's off your I gots to eat
I'm on bullshit for no apparent reason
I want it wit y'all I'm to die breathin'

(hate me now-nas)
It's the I rob
The beats I take
The I snake
For 30 grand help you perform at the
ya life and everything I touch I take
Hate me now 'cause gon be too late
I you
Everything I spit is
I'm the illest they ever signed to universal
F the
I'm God son
As soon as they blink bet ya dolla i'ma rob 'em

(how to cent)
My sticky fingaz turn across ya jaw
ya ass in real life at the source awards
The real from brooklyn God bless he got outed
You a fake clown who front and rout about it
I got a new
For a few mil
Shoot to
You fruity dru hill
You spare change you ain't even half a man
Matter of you ain't even half the man ya moms was

(ha-juvenile)
Oh you you was safe, ha
Though you escape, ha
'cause we mates, ha
Oh you thought I get yo cake, ha
You that beat from the dirty south wasn't gon get raped, ha
And wanna have sticky baby, ha
run around stayin' sticky crazy, ha
He got no type of sense, ha
No tellin' I do
Might jack my own crew

(throw ya gunz-onyx)
The original 'em out bring 'em out dead
at me wrong kid I put that thing to ya head
Sticky fingaz going for self call the
Don't even talk to me the onyx shit you'll get shot

(play cease)
5 o'clock in the morning killas at ya
Colt 4-4 I'm chalk on your floor
Find you up the block from ya house in the store
Work the beat like pigeons and I'm 'em all
Press ya luck and fall
Neva seen nothing raw
I'm what the been waitin' for
no more
This shit can't take no more
Should've been banned the streets made it a law

(what ya want-eve)
I'm for war
ya niggas want (what, what, what, bring it)
Can't
All niggas sweet even rob swizz beats
Nowadays gettin' 50 g's
Jack they beat kid I did my for free
you for ya pub I ain't payin' a fee
I just it up on the mpc

(the party is on over here-busta rhymes)
as you live neva seen nothing this while
Took ya and flipped it right in my style
Just payin' niggas be bitin' my style
And if it's in the crowd I put some life in the crowd
God's to the underground
'em down
Fucking 'em
be tumblin' down
The end of the world is comin'
Throw ya ass in the
to lose
Changing the
Playin' for
I'ma shark in the it ain't safe in the streets
Sticky fingaz and I'm jackin' for