Luyện nghe bài hát Robbery '95

(Run)
Armed (Give it up)

Your destination is a casket, when I put on my kid
My task is seeing green, killing you without seen
That's the plan, get swollen up when I stick G
Your shits stolen, I'm rolling up on you quickly
I'm your Tommy Hilfiger coat close line from behind
put the razor to this niggers
still - don't make my hand kill
Fuck around, end up in a land all over a Grand Bill
Money's you should have gave up
Now your family has to dig a up - If your one of them bitch
Nigga rich, niggas fancy clothes
You'll get attacked by a mental case and strangers covered pantyhose
I'm blasting anyone has a frown, get messed up with the pound
By a man dressed up as a
You'll be 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 like a villain from Cobra, I'm
Wearing the mask it was the end of October
Your life is over. In your pants peeing when I pull out my fucking
three pounds and represent like I'm
done more shit than you, you wanna see I'll rehearse it on you
Try to fucking rob me I'll it kid and reverse it on you
Even if you're only seven you'll a victim quicker than Sonja Preven
You'll get to the lonely heaven
Don't go around on I lurk, whore
I go berserk, for, everything you fucking work for
Don't I won't cut your wench throat
I got the shotgun under the coat
Plus I get greedier, the media eats it up in you
Fucking reporters get boners when Necro slaughters owners on video

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

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

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