Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (Remix)

[Intro: Man]

Spark shit up
and fly
Oh my
Heyyy
Ahhhh
Heyyy

[Verse One: Fingaz]

I'm a
A dick in the dirt is what i'm
Sporting mad Polo but 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 expect it
Before I met Russel I only had a jail
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 crack
And to drive a car jack
I got street smarts and I use
I can spot an undercover my x-ray vision
And if test me out there
gonna make me kill them and throw away my carear
I'm my Mothers first born, Her bad seed

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

Its all the next caper
The cocaine, props and
For the ah
Snatchin the paper
Me and my crew 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 for a runner
the plot thickens
On like Rod Strickland
ticking
Makes the hardest clicks stop ticking
they stash
And murdering like and
Cover ya
And conceal dirty shit

Method Man]

This is for the gun
The bringers
This is for the gun
ringers
The
And day bangers
And all my hood hustlers who know where we

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[Verse Three:

Its all the $50,000 cars
Dice games and ice
We out of the average niggas range
Rings and Remy with Henny
Chicks Fendi sucking disk in the Infinity
nigga had mad deco
Fucking petro the metro Blow
All you heard was the gun
On a dead nbight I get my right
red lights no headlights
Pumping in a black Benz
Pulling out Mac
Its just the of fucking cigarettes
Broke niggas with out
Took 2 and passed out
Woke him up with 21 of penicillin
him up
I guess it was hempacillin
Yo kid lamp kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one

[Verse Four: Method

Its the Blaze be Johnny
Not many can do that ass raunchy
Lyric to the muzak we
Watch out for the that be holding
Raunchy fucking up colon
Of its Tical
assault
We can walk these dogs all 5 boroughs of New York
Some
While individuals walk
In my square tryin' to thoughts
lies in my ears
Got me questioning my
That be show and 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 know myself onion head niggas don't
I shoot the
Got no for that wiz bitchin'
I'm to blow in 5 seconds
The clocks ticking consider this another
impossible as he gets
Uncut blowing up nostril
We
on take another if you dare
The why its so raw cause its real
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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