Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (Remix)

[Intro: Man]

that shit up
and fly
Oh my
Ohhhh
Ahhhh
Heyyy

[Verse One: Sticky

I'm a
A dick in the dirt is 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 with my box cutter
you when you least expect it
Before I met Russel I only had a jail
Plus nothing ever me when I was at home
These Evil Streets got a of their own
My Pops left me for with just the clothes on my back
I grew up crack
And learning to a car jack
I got smarts and I use intuition
I can spot an undercover with my vision
And if test me out there
They gonna make me kill and throw away my carear
I'm my Mothers first born, Her bad seed

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

Its all about the caper
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
Snatchin the green
Me and my roll in the zone of the twilight
The news
When the next shit go right
Its so tight its
A nigga hayz in
got 'em for a runner
the plot thickens
On point Rod Strickland
ticking
Makes the hardest niggas clicks ticking
Hitting stash
And like and expert
ya tracks
And conceal dirty shit

Method Man]

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

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[Verse Sonsee]

Its all the $50,000 cars
Dice and ice chains
We out of the niggas price range
and Remy mixed with Henny
Chicks with Fendi sucking disk in the
This nigga had mad
petro the nickel metro Blow
All you heard was the gun
On a nbight I get my head right
red lights no headlights
Pumping in a black Benz
out Mac 10's
Its the smell of fucking cigarettes
niggas with assed out
Took 2 and passed out
him up with 21 shots of penicillin
him up
I guess it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid lamp kid, kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one

[Verse Four: Man]

Its the Blaze that be
Not many can do that ass raunchy
Lyric to the we rolling
Watch out for the niggas that be
Raunchy fucking up your
Of course its
assault
We can walk these through all 5 boroughs of New York
talk
While other walk
In my square to hide thoughts
Spreading in my ears
Got me my peers
That be and prove they don't belong here
I be the Chef in Kitchen
Pop in the clip and hit the DJ if the records
My competition gotta keep me at arms
I know onion head niggas don't listen
I shoot the
Got no time for wiz bitchin'
I'm to blow in 5 seconds
The clocks ticking consider another mission
as he gets hostile
Uncut blowing up your
We
Come on another if you dare
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 Grimy
The who can't afford Tommy Hillfigger
The and dirty Johnny fill Niggas

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