Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets

Intro: man

Spark shit up
And fly
Oh my
ohhhh
Ahhhh
Eiiii

Verse one: fingaz

I'm a
A dick in the dirt is what I'm
Sporting mad polo but only if it's
I got no morals my is in the gutter
Kid I'll open up face with my orange box cutter
Soak you you least expect it
I met russel I only had a jail record
Plus nothing ever hurt me I was at home
evil streets got a mind of their own
My pops left me for dead with just the clothes on my
I grew up selling
And to drive a car jack
I got street smarts and I use
I can spot an undercover with my x-ray
And if anybody me out there
They gonna make me them and throw away my carear
I'm my first born, her last bad seed

Verse two: star a.k.a. never

Its all the next caper
The cocaine, props and
For the ah
the green paper
Me and my crew roll in the of the twilight
The news
When the next 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 clicks stop
Hitting stash
And like and expert
ya tracks
And conceal that dirty

Chorus: man

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

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Verse sonsee

Its all the $50,000 cars
Dice games and ice
We out of the average niggas price
Rings and mixed with henny
with fendi sucking disk in the infinity
This nigga had mad
Fucking petro the metro blow
All you was the gun echo
On a dead nbight I get my right
Running red no headlights
Pumping in a black benz
out mac 10's
Its just the smell of cigarettes
niggas with assed out
Took 2 puffs and out
him up with 21 shots of penicillin
him up
I guess thought it was
Yo chill kid kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo jb hit me one

Verse four: man

Its the blaze be johnny
Not many shots can do ass raunchy
Lyric to the muzak we
out for the niggas that be holding
Raunchy fucking up your
Of it's tical
Verbal
We can walk these dogs through all 5 boroughs of new
Some
other individuals walk
In my square tryin' to hide
lies in my ears
Got me my peers
be show and prove they don't belong here
I be the chef in kitchen
Pop in the clip and hit the dj if the skipping
My gotta keep me at arms distance
I know myself onion head niggas listen
I shoot the
Got no time for wiz bitchin'
I'm to blow in 5 seconds
The clocks ticking consider this another
Impossible as he hostile
Uncut blowing up 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 chin
To the day I die I the grimy niggas
The who can't afford tommy hillfigger
The down and dirty johnny niggas

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