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 in the dirt is what i'm holding
Sporting mad Polo but if its stolen
I got no morals my is in the gutter
KId I'll open up your face my orange box cutter
Soak you you least expect it
Before I met I only had a jail record
nothing ever hurt me when 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 and I use intuition
I can spot an undercover with my vision
And if test me out there
They gonna make me them and throw away my carear
I'm my Mothers first born, Her bad seed

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

Its all the next caper
The cocaine, and acres
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 squeezed in
got 'em for a runner
Then the thickens
On point like Rod
ticking
Makes the hardest niggas clicks ticking
Hitting they
And murdering like and
Cover ya
And conceal that dirty

Method Man]

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

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[Verse Three:

Its all about the $50,000
Dice and ice chains
We out of the average price range
Rings and Remy mixed with
Chicks with Fendi disk in the Infinity
This nigga had mad
Fucking the nickel metro Blow
All you was the gun echo
On a nbight I get my head right
red lights no headlights
Pumping Buddah in a black
out Mac 10's
Its just the of fucking cigarettes
Broke niggas 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 can do that ass raunchy
Lyric to the we rolling
out for the niggas that be holding
Raunchy fucking up your
Of course its
assault
We can walk dogs through all 5 boroughs of New York
Some
While other individuals
In my square tryin' to thoughts
Spreading in my ears
Got me questioning my
That be show and prove don't belong here
I be the Chef in Hells
Pop in the clip and hit the DJ if the records
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 about to in 5 seconds
The ticking consider this another mission
impossible as he hostile
Uncut blowing up nostril
We
Come on take another if you
The reason why its so raw cause its
I swear by the on my Chin Chiggy Chin
To the day I die I represent the niggas
The ones who can't afford Hillfigger
The down and Johnny fill Niggas

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