Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets

Intro: man

that shit up
And fly
Oh my
Heyyy
hooooo
Eiiii

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 my mind is in the gutter
Kid I'll open up your face with my orange box
you when you least expect it
Before I met I only had a jail record
Plus nothing ever hurt me when I was at
These evil streets got a mind of own
My pops left me for dead just the clothes on my back
I grew up selling
And learning to drive a car
I got smarts and I use intuition
I can an undercover with my x-ray vision
And if anybody test me out
They gonna me kill them and throw away my carear
I'm my mothers first born, her last bad

Verse two: fredro a.k.a. never

Its all about the caper
The cocaine, props and
For the ah
the green paper
Me and my crew roll in the zone of the
The news
When the next don't go right
Its so it's blazing
A nigga hayz in
Got 'em for a runner
Then the thickens
On like rod strickland
Clocks
Makes the niggas clicks stop ticking
Hitting stash
And murdering like and
Cover ya
And conceal dirty shit

Chorus: man

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

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Verse three:

Its all the $50,000 cars
games and ice chains
We out of the niggas price range
Rings and mixed with henny
Chicks with fendi sucking disk in the
nigga had mad deco
Fucking petro the metro blow
All you heard was the gun
On a nbight I get my head right
Running red lights no
Pumping buddah in a black
out mac 10's
Its just the smell of fucking
Broke niggas assed out
Took 2 and passed out
Woke him up 21 shots of penicillin
him up
I guess it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid lamp kid, kid you livin'
Aye yo jb hit me one

four: method man

Its the blaze be johnny
Not shots can do that ass raunchy
Lyric to the we rolling
Watch out for the niggas be holding
Raunchy up your colon
Of it's tical
assault
We can walk these dogs all 5 boroughs of new york
Some
While other individuals
In my square to hide thoughts
lies in my ears
Got me questioning my
That be show and prove they don't here
I be the in hells kitchen
Pop in the clip and hit the dj if the records
My competition gotta keep me at distance
I know myself onion head niggas don't
I shoot the
Got no for that wiz bitchin'
I'm about to blow in 5
The clocks ticking consider another mission
Impossible as he gets
Uncut blowing up your
We
Come on take if you dare
The reason why it's so raw cause real
I swear by the hairs on my chin chiggy
To the day I die I represent the niggas
The who can't afford tommy hillfigger
The down and johnny fill niggas

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