Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (Remix)

[Intro: Method

Spark that up
and fly
Oh my
Heyyy
Hooooo
Eiiii

[Verse Sticky Fingaz]

I'm a
A in the dirt is what i'm holding
mad Polo but only if its stolen
I got no my mind is in the gutter
KId open up your face with my orange box cutter
Soak you when you expect it
Before I met Russel I only had a 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 on my back
I grew up crack
And learning to drive a car
I got smarts and I use intuition
I can spot an undercover with my vision
And if anybody me out there
They gonna make me kill them and throw away my
I'm my Mothers born, Her last bad seed

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

Its all about the next
The cocaine, props and
For the ah
Snatchin the green
Me and my roll in the zone of the twilight
The news
When the next shit don't go
Its so tight its
A nigga hayz in
got 'em geezing for a
the plot thickens
On point like Rod
ticking
Makes the hardest niggas stop ticking
Hitting they
And murdering and expert
ya tracks
And conceal dirty shit

[Chorus: Method

is for the gun Triggers
The noise
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 average niggas range
Rings and Remy mixed with
Chicks Fendi sucking disk in the Infinity
nigga had mad deco
Fucking the nickel metro Blow
All you heard was the gun
On a dead I get my head right
Running red no headlights
Pumping Buddah in a Benz
out Mac 10's
Its the smell of fucking cigarettes
Broke with assed out
Took 2 puffs and out
Woke him up with 21 shots of
him up
I guess thought it was
Yo kid lamp kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one

[Verse Four: Man]

Its the that be Johnny
Not shots can do that ass raunchy
to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the niggas that be
Raunchy up your colon
Of course its
Verbal
We can walk these dogs through all 5 of New York
Some
While individuals walk
In my tryin' to hide thoughts
Spreading lies in my
Got me questioning my
That be and prove they don't belong here
I be the Chef in Hells
Pop in the and hit the DJ if the records skipping
My competition gotta keep me at arms
I myself onion head niggas don't listen
I the what
Got no time for that wiz
I'm to blow in 5 seconds
The ticking consider this another mission
impossible as he hostile
Uncut blowing up your
We
Come on 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 niggas
The ones who afford Tommy Hillfigger
The down and dirty Johnny Niggas

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