Luyện nghe bài hát Come Back to the Streets

Come back to the
Come to the streets
Come back to, come to
back to the streets, Chamillionaire

Even when I'm not there and I'm like air
off the plane from Spain and uh
Back to the rap game, it's yours truly
Come on, say it with me, mayne

You should worry 'bout you you worry 'bout me
At the top of the is where you know that I'll be
I got the streets on lock and I'm my key
back to the streets, come back to the streets

Had to make a trips to the islands
Now I'm internationally
Had to make switch with
My got the international phone

Had to add a bit to the rider
class have I asked to be flown
And keep callin' me
Tellin' me get back in your

These boys is cartoon
Too much
a little too much animation from the maker
They Cham can erase them

all over the world
And my is
Y'all less
ain't experienced shit

I the Grammy, I hold the one
Got plenty strikes, way more than
Hush your mouth, please hold tongue
No could ever slow my run

When it come to rappin' I'm the one
Put my hand in the air and I the sun
Got the plaque, not the golden one
And I look at y'all I told ya, uh

Been a boss, win them
up I bet ya that menopause
Yea menopause like drawers
Yea I bet I ya how to kill that noise

of the opera pass 'em by your copper
In the new Phantom, is a dropper
I got a lot you mad 'cuz you are not the talk up in the streets
And mad you are not, uh

They say it's got to be street, they say got to be street
Don't go commercial Koopa, got to be street
Major label ain't the only thing about me
Come back to the streets, come back to the

And gimmick rappers they
Most of these jokers is
But I don't even poker
Pull 'em down your cheesy lookin'

look up to me like a bird
I down on 'em like the curb
My lookin' like it's movin'
movement look like a

They callin' me, come back to the
They callin' me, callin' me
They callin' me, back to the streets
They callin' me, they me, they

You should worry 'bout you you worry 'bout me
At the top of the charts is where you know that be
I got the streets on and I'm insertin' my key
Come back to the streets, back to the streets

Yea, the life I live is just like a
Every corporation, tryin' sue me
people be tryin' glue me
Till side they try stick it to me

for me I got the tooley
Not black and but its black I bet ya
Stay in the streets, do that for
So much paper ask to measure

When the ruler or moula
Is to ya don't interrupt
finger up on the ceiling
Somebody eff you up

Don't let the tux fool ya
I am not the one
I come out the suit like Clark
To sure your done

Rappers real
Rappers fakers and frontas
Caucasian in the winter
Then Jamaican in the summer

Flippin' Pitman and Straw
You know ain't just some gunnaz
Personal trainers that'll a couple thangs
And you a runner

Gotta like the producers made this track
The producers who made ya
Some of you losers need to face the
Put up the the ace is back

Take out the you think are whack
Put Chamillitary in of that
Watch how I erase 'em and the plaques
Then I unloosen a case of bang