Luyện nghe bài hát Buried In The Streets

Can you
Never against the current
And they say the is rising

Uh, these niggas drownin' to death, where the
We on the boat, let these pussies they got a rope
Or they want your boy to a rope

Successful nigga, hangin' off my ass
King of Diamonds, boy you go and pay yo tax
Strong arm robberies, but neva advice
Not the type of that'll read a book at night
He a fool, ain't it holly the tool at?
He that, pocket full of food stamps
Niggas wait and see they in the Ivy Leagues
But all I see is young on the raggedeen
Niggas throw a molly tryna get the
I she fuckin' homie, shawty, don't you lie to me
You gon' fall in and love one hundred times
Look at me, get yo money I'm gettin' mine
Half these niggas yellin', see spot you in
Exercise the voice that you know got you in
him with a block, my nigga had to plead a ten
Stay alive through my rhymes until we again

on reigning, my old skill jaded
Rest in a real nigga, we are related
It done been a couple years and still raining
the sun shine, I know you still reigning
Suge got a bond and shackles and that nigga
2Pac trigger man, somewhere on his knees
Now it's fo' certain things to come to life
David Kenneth testifies against Mr.
House cost six, two to paint it
Pray one day, all my haters get acquainted
No in the beef, now I'm on to bison
Holyfield, swear I really wanna write him
To ask 'em how he feels vice-versa
To know a nigga bought his with a nice verse
rooms, all alone still blowin' dro
Black bottle, my robe, do this for my woes