Luyện nghe bài hát Robbery '95

(Run)
Armed (Give it up)

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

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

(Give it up)

I'm you dressed up like a villain from Cobra, I'm sober
the mask like it was the end of October
Your is over. In your pants you're peeing when I pull out my fucking
pounds and represent like I'm skiing
I've 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 you'll become a victim quicker than Sonja Preven
You'll get sent to the lonely
Don't go around on I lurk, whore
'cause I go berserk, for, everything you fucking for
Don't I won't cut your wench throat
I got the shotgun under the trench
Plus when I get greedier, the 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 I'm shaving 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 took my book.
Police? He took my money. That white man there"