Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets

Intro: man

that shit up
And fly
Oh my
Heyyy
Ahhhh
Eiiii

Verse one: fingaz

I'm a
A dick in the is what I'm holding
mad polo but only if it's stolen
I got no morals my mind is in the
Kid open up your face with my orange box cutter
Soak you you least expect it
Before I met russel I only had a record
Plus nothing ever hurt me when I was at
These evil streets got a of their own
My left me for dead with just the clothes on my back
I up selling crack
And learning to a car jack
I got street and I use intuition
I can spot an undercover my x-ray vision
And if anybody me out there
gonna make me kill them and throw away my carear
I'm my mothers first born, her bad seed

Verse fredro star a.k.a. never

Its all about the next
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
Snatchin the green
Me and my roll in the zone of the twilight
The news
When the shit don't go right
Its so tight blazing
A squeezed hayz in
Got 'em geezing for a
Then the thickens
On like rod strickland
ticking
Makes the hardest niggas stop ticking
they stash
And like and expert
Cover ya
And conceal dirty shit

Chorus: man

is for the gun slingers
Noise
is for the crack slingers
Bell
This is for the
And everyday
And all my hustlers who know where we headin'

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Verse sonsee

Its all about the $50,000
games and ice chains
We out of the niggas price range
Rings and remy mixed henny
Chicks with fendi disk in the infinity
This had mad deco
Fucking the nickel 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 niggas assed out
2 puffs and passed out
Woke him up with 21 of penicillin
him up
I thought it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid lamp kid, chill kid you
Aye yo jb hit me one

Verse method man

Its the blaze be johnny
Not shots can do that ass raunchy
Lyric to the muzak we
Watch out for the niggas be holding
Raunchy up your colon
Of course tical
assault
We can walk these dogs through all 5 of new york
Some
While other walk
In my square tryin' to thoughts
Spreading in my ears
Got me questioning my
That be show and prove they belong here
I be the chef in kitchen
Pop in the clip and hit the dj if the skipping
My competition gotta me at arms distance
I know myself onion head don't listen
I the what
Got no time for wiz bitchin'
I'm to blow in 5 seconds
The clocks ticking consider this mission
Impossible as he gets
Uncut up your nostril
We
Come on another if you dare
The reason why it's so raw cause it's
I swear by the hairs on my chin chiggy
To the day I die I represent the niggas
The ones who can't tommy hillfigger
The and dirty johnny fill niggas

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