Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (Remix)

[Intro: Method

Spark 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 but only if its stolen
I got no my mind is in the gutter
KId I'll open up your with my orange box cutter
Soak you when you least it
Before I met Russel I only had a jail
Plus nothing ever hurt me I was at home
Evil Streets got a mind of their own
My left me for dead with just the clothes on my back
I up selling crack
And learning to drive a car
I got street smarts and I use
I can spot an undercover with my x-ray
And if test me out there
They gonna make me kill them and away my carear
I'm my Mothers first born, Her last bad

Two: Fredro Star a.k.a. Never]

Its all about the next
The cocaine, props and
For the ah
the green paper
Me and my crew roll in the of the twilight
The highlight
When the next shit go right
Its so its blazing
A squeezed hayz in
got 'em geezing for a
the plot thickens
On point Rod Strickland
ticking
Makes the hardest niggas clicks stop
they stash
And murdering and expert
Cover ya
And conceal dirty shit

[Chorus: Method

is for the gun Triggers
The bringers
is for the gun slingers
Bell
The
And day bangers
And all my hood hustlers who where we headin'

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[Verse Three:

Its all the $50,000 cars
games and ice chains
We out of the average niggas range
Rings and Remy with Henny
Chicks with sucking disk in the Infinity
This had mad deco
Fucking petro the nickel metro
All you heard was the gun
On a dead I get my head right
Running red lights no
Pumping Buddah in a black
out Mac 10's
Its just the of fucking cigarettes
Broke with assed out
Took 2 puffs and out
him up with 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

[Verse Four: Method

Its the Blaze that be
Not many shots can do that ass
to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the niggas be holding
Raunchy fucking up colon
Of course its
Verbal
We can walk these dogs through all 5 boroughs of New
Some
other individuals walk
In my square tryin' to thoughts
lies in my ears
Got me my peers
That be show and they don't belong here
I be the Chef in Kitchen
Pop in the clip and hit the DJ if the skipping
My competition gotta keep me at arms
I myself onion head niggas don't listen
I shoot the
Got no time for wiz bitchin'
I'm to blow in 5 seconds
The ticking consider this another mission
impossible as he gets
blowing up your nostril
We
Come on take if you dare
The why its so raw cause its real
I swear by the hairs on my Chin Chiggy
To the day I die I the Grimy niggas
The ones who can't afford Tommy
The down and dirty Johnny Niggas

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