Luyện nghe bài hát Robbery '95

(Run)
Armed (Give it up)

destination is a casket, when I put on my mask kid
My task is seeing green, killing you without seen
That's the plan, you'll get swollen up when I G
Your shits getting stolen, I'm rolling up on you
I'm taking Tommy Hilfiger coat close line from behind
put the razor to niggers throat
Stand still - don't make my hand
Fuck around, end up in a fill all over a Grand Bill
Money's something you should have up
Now your family has to dig a grave up - If your one of bitch
rich, niggas with 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 up as a clown
You'll be tripping magenta with no justice you'll die G
you can't identify 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
the mask like it was the end of October
Your life is over. In your pants you're peeing when I out my fucking
three pounds and like I'm skiing
I've done more shit than you, you see I'll rehearse it on you
Try to rob me I'll flip it kid and reverse it on you
Even if you're seven you'll become a victim quicker than Sonja Preven
You'll get sent to the heaven
go around on places I lurk, whore
'cause I go berserk, for, everything you work for
Don't think I won't cut wench throat
I got the shotgun under the trench
when I get greedier, the media eats it up in you
Fucking reporters get boners when Necro slaughters store on video

When I'm wicking always 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 my wallet! He took my pocket book.
Police? He took my money. That white man there"