Luyện nghe bài hát Robbery '95

(Run)
Armed (Give it up)

Your destination is a casket, I put on my mask kid
My task is seeing green, you without being seen
the plan, you'll get swollen up when I stick G
Your shits getting stolen, I'm up on you quickly
I'm your Tommy Hilfiger coat close line from behind
put the to this niggers throat
Stand - don't make my hand kill
around, end up in a land fill all over a Grand Bill
Money's something you have gave up
Now your family has to dig a grave up - If one of them bitch
Nigga rich, niggas fancy clothes
get attacked by a mental case and strangers covered with pantyhose
I'm blasting anyone that has a frown, get messed up the pound
By a man dressed up as a
be tripping magenta lively with no justice you'll die G
Plus you can't me

(Kid running)
(Give it up bitch)
Robbery (Hand it Fuck)

(Give it up)

I'm attacking you dressed up a villain from Cobra, I'm sober
Wearing the mask it was the end of October
Your life is over. In your pants you're peeing when I out my fucking
three pounds and represent like I'm
I've done shit than you, you wanna see I'll rehearse it on you
Try to fucking rob me I'll flip it kid and it on you
Even if you're only you'll become a victim quicker than Sonja Preven
You'll get to the lonely heaven
Don't go around on I lurk, whore
'cause I go berserk, for, everything you fucking for
think I won't cut your wench throat
I got the shotgun the trench coat
Plus when I get greedier, the media it up in you
Fucking reporters get boners when Necro slaughters store owners on

When I'm wicking there's a face on my bash
And if I'm seen taking the green I'm shaving off my moustache!

(Run it herb)
(Put it in the bag punk)
(Give it to me bitch)
Robbery (Empty your and die son)

(talking an old woman)
"Oh! He my wallet! He took my pocket book.
Police? He my money. That white man over there"