Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (Remix)

[Intro: Method

that shit up
and fly
Oh my
Ohhhh
Ahhhh
Eiiii

[Verse Sticky Fingaz]

I'm a
A dick in the is what i'm holding
Sporting mad Polo but only if its
I got no my mind is in the gutter
KId I'll open up your face with my orange box
Soak you when you expect it
Before I met Russel I only had a record
Plus nothing ever hurt me I was at home
These Evil Streets got a mind of own
My Pops left me for dead with the clothes on my back
I up selling crack
And learning to drive a car
I got smarts and I use intuition
I can spot an undercover my x-ray vision
And if test me out there
They gonna make me kill them and throw my carear
I'm my first born, Her last bad seed

[Verse Two: Fredro a.k.a. Never]

Its all the next caper
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
the green paper
Me and my roll in the zone of the twilight
The highlight
the next shit don't go right
Its so tight its
A nigga squeezed in
got 'em for a runner
the plot thickens
On point like Rod
Clocks
Makes the hardest niggas stop ticking
Hitting stash
And murdering and expert
ya tracks
And conceal that dirty

Method Man]

This is for the gun
The bringers
This is for the gun
Bell
The
And every day
And all my hustlers who know where we headin'

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[Verse Sonsee]

Its all the $50,000 cars
games and ice chains
We out of the niggas price range
and Remy mixed with Henny
Chicks Fendi sucking disk in the Infinity
This had mad deco
petro the nickel metro Blow
All you heard was the gun
On a dead I get my head right
Running red lights no
Pumping in a black Benz
out Mac 10's
Its just the smell of fucking
Broke niggas assed out
Took 2 puffs and out
Woke him up 21 shots of penicillin
him up
I guess thought it was
Yo chill kid lamp kid, chill kid you
Aye yo JB hit me one

[Verse Method Man]

Its the Blaze be Johnny
Not many can do that ass raunchy
to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the niggas be holding
Raunchy fucking up your
Of its Tical
assault
We can walk these dogs through all 5 of New York
Some
While other individuals
In my square tryin' to thoughts
lies in my ears
Got me questioning my
That be show and prove don't belong here
I be the Chef in Hells
Pop in the clip and hit the DJ if the skipping
My gotta keep me at arms distance
I know myself onion head don't listen
I the what
Got no time for wiz bitchin'
I'm about to blow in 5
The clocks ticking consider this mission
as he gets hostile
Uncut blowing up your
We
on take another if you dare
The reason why its so raw cause its
I swear by the hairs on my Chin Chin
To the day I die I represent the Grimy
The ones who can't afford Hillfigger
The and dirty Johnny fill Niggas

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