Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (Remix)

[Intro: Method

that shit up
and fly
Oh my
Heyyy
Hooooo
Eiiii

[Verse One: Sticky

I'm a
A dick in the is what i'm holding
Sporting mad but only if its stolen
I got no morals my mind is in the
KId I'll open up your face my orange box cutter
Soak you you least 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 left me for dead with 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 anybody test me out
They make me kill them and throw away my carear
I'm my first born, Her last bad seed

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

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

[Chorus: Method

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

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[Verse Three:

Its all the $50,000 cars
Dice games and ice
We out of the average niggas price
Rings and Remy mixed Henny
Chicks with Fendi sucking in the Infinity
nigga had mad deco
Fucking petro the metro Blow
All you was the gun echo
On a dead nbight I get my head
Running red lights no
Buddah in a black Benz
Pulling out Mac
Its just the of fucking cigarettes
niggas with assed out
Took 2 puffs and out
Woke him up with 21 shots of
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 that be Johnny
Not many shots can do that ass
Lyric to the muzak we
Watch out for the that be holding
Raunchy fucking up your
Of its Tical
Verbal
We can walk these through all 5 boroughs of New York
Some
While other individuals
In my tryin' to hide thoughts
Spreading lies in my
Got me questioning my
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 distance
I know myself head niggas don't listen
I the what
Got no for that wiz bitchin'
I'm about to blow in 5
The clocks ticking consider this mission
impossible as he hostile
Uncut up your nostril
We
Come on take another if you
The reason why its so raw its real
I swear by the hairs on my Chin Chiggy
To the day I die I represent the Grimy
The ones who can't Tommy Hillfigger
The down and Johnny fill Niggas

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