Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (Remix)

[Intro: Man]

Spark shit up
and fly
Oh my
Ohhhh
Ahhhh
Heyyy

[Verse Sticky Fingaz]

I'm a
A dick in the dirt is i'm holding
Sporting mad Polo but if its stolen
I got no morals my mind is in the
KId open up your face with my orange box cutter
Soak you when you least it
Before I met Russel I only had a record
Plus nothing hurt me when I was at home
These Streets got a mind of their own
My Pops me for dead with just the clothes on my back
I grew up selling
And to drive a car jack
I got street smarts and I use
I can spot an undercover with my x-ray
And if anybody test me out
They gonna make me kill them and away my carear
I'm my Mothers born, Her last bad seed

[Verse Two: Fredro Star a.k.a.

Its all about the next
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
the green paper
Me and my crew roll in the of the twilight
The highlight
When the next don't go right
Its so tight its
A nigga hayz in
got 'em geezing for a
Then the thickens
On point like Rod
ticking
Makes the hardest clicks stop ticking
they stash
And murdering like and
Cover ya
And conceal dirty shit

[Chorus: Man]

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

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[Verse Three:

Its all about the $50,000
games and ice chains
We out of the niggas price range
Rings and Remy with Henny
with Fendi sucking disk in the Infinity
This had mad deco
petro the nickel metro Blow
All you was the gun echo
On a nbight I get my head right
Running red no headlights
Pumping Buddah in a black
out Mac 10's
Its just the smell of fucking
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 kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one

[Verse Four: Method

Its the that be Johnny
Not many shots can do ass raunchy
Lyric to the muzak we
out for the niggas that be holding
Raunchy up your colon
Of course its
assault
We can walk these dogs through all 5 boroughs of New
talk
While other walk
In my square to hide thoughts
Spreading in my ears
Got me questioning my
That be show and prove don't belong here
I be the in Hells Kitchen
Pop in the clip and hit the DJ if the records
My competition keep me at arms distance
I know onion head niggas don't listen
I shoot the
Got no time for wiz bitchin'
I'm about to in 5 seconds
The clocks consider this another mission
impossible as he gets
Uncut up your nostril
We
Come on take if you dare
The reason why its so raw its real
I by the hairs on my Chin Chiggy Chin
To the day I die I the Grimy niggas
The ones who afford Tommy Hillfigger
The down and dirty Johnny fill

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