Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets

Intro: man

that shit up
And fly
Oh my
Heyyy
Ahhhh
heyyy

Verse one: sticky

I'm a
A in the dirt is what I'm holding
Sporting mad polo but only if stolen
I got no morals my is in the gutter
Kid I'll open up your face with my box cutter
Soak you when you least it
Before I met I only had a jail record
Plus nothing hurt me when I was at home
These evil streets got a of their own
My pops left me for dead with just the clothes on my
I grew up crack
And to drive a car jack
I got smarts and I use intuition
I can spot an with my x-ray vision
And if anybody me out there
They gonna make me kill them and away my carear
I'm my mothers first born, her bad seed

Verse two: fredro star a.k.a.

Its all about the caper
The cocaine, props and
For the ah
the green paper
Me and my crew roll in the of the twilight
The highlight
When the shit don't go right
Its so tight it's
A squeezed hayz in
Got 'em geezing for a
Then the plot
On like rod strickland
Clocks
Makes the hardest niggas clicks ticking
Hitting they
And murdering and expert
Cover ya
And conceal that dirty

Chorus: man

This is for the gun
bringers
This is for the crack
ringers
This is for the
And everyday
And all my hood hustlers who know where we

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Verse three:

Its all the $50,000 cars
games and ice chains
We out of the average price range
Rings and mixed with henny
Chicks with fendi sucking disk in the
This had mad deco
Fucking petro the metro blow
All you heard was the gun
On a dead nbight I get my head
Running red lights no
buddah in a black benz
Pulling out mac
Its just the smell of fucking
Broke with assed out
Took 2 puffs and out
Woke him up with 21 of penicillin
him up
I guess it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid lamp kid, chill kid you
Aye yo jb hit me one

Verse method man

Its the that be johnny
Not many shots can do ass raunchy
to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the that be holding
Raunchy up your colon
Of it's tical
Verbal
We can walk these dogs through all 5 boroughs of new
talk
While other walk
In my tryin' to hide thoughts
Spreading lies in my
Got me questioning my
That be show and prove they don't belong
I be the in hells kitchen
Pop in the and hit the dj if the records skipping
My competition gotta keep me at arms
I know myself head niggas don't listen
I shoot the
Got no time for that wiz
I'm about to in 5 seconds
The clocks consider this another mission
Impossible as he gets
Uncut blowing up your
We
Come on take another if you
The why it's so raw cause it's real
I swear by the hairs on my chiggy chin
To the day I die I represent the niggas
The ones who afford tommy hillfigger
The down and johnny fill niggas

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