Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (Remix)

[Intro: Man]

that shit up
and fly
Oh my
Ohhhh
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 face with my orange box
Soak you when you least it
I met Russel I only had a jail record
Plus nothing ever hurt me when I was at
Evil Streets got a mind of their 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 smarts and I use intuition
I can an undercover with my x-ray vision
And if anybody me out there
They gonna make me kill them and throw my carear
I'm my Mothers first born, Her last bad

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

Its all about the caper
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
the green paper
Me and my crew in the zone of the twilight
The highlight
When the shit don't go right
Its so its blazing
A nigga hayz in
got 'em geezing for a
the plot thickens
On point like Rod
Clocks
Makes the niggas clicks stop ticking
Hitting they
And like and expert
Cover ya
And conceal that shit

[Chorus: Man]

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

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[Verse Sonsee]

Its all about the $50,000
games and ice chains
We out of the average niggas price
and Remy mixed with Henny
Chicks with Fendi sucking disk in the
This nigga had mad
Fucking petro the metro Blow
All you was the gun echo
On a dead I get my head right
red lights no headlights
Pumping in a black Benz
out Mac 10's
Its just the smell of cigarettes
Broke niggas with out
Took 2 puffs and out
Woke him up with 21 of penicillin
him up
I guess thought it was
Yo kid lamp kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one

[Verse Method Man]

Its the Blaze that be
Not many can do that ass raunchy
Lyric to the we rolling
Watch out for the niggas be holding
fucking up your colon
Of course its
assault
We can walk these dogs through all 5 of New York
Some
other individuals walk
In my square tryin' to thoughts
Spreading in my ears
Got me questioning my
be show 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 me at arms distance
I know onion head niggas don't listen
I shoot the
Got no time for that wiz
I'm about to in 5 seconds
The ticking consider this another mission
impossible as he hostile
Uncut blowing up nostril
We
Come on take if you dare
The why its so raw cause its real
I by the hairs on my Chin Chiggy Chin
To the day I die I represent the Grimy
The who can't afford Tommy Hillfigger
The down and dirty Johnny fill

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