Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (Remix)

[Intro: Method

Spark that up
and fly
Oh my
Ohhhh
Ahhhh
Eiiii

[Verse Sticky Fingaz]

I'm a
A dick in the is what i'm holding
Sporting mad Polo but only if its
I got no my mind is in the gutter
KId open up your face with my orange box cutter
Soak you you least expect it
Before I met Russel I had a jail record
Plus nothing ever me when I was at home
Evil Streets got a mind of their own
My Pops left me for dead with just the clothes on my
I grew up crack
And learning to drive a car
I got smarts and I use intuition
I can spot an 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 born, Her last bad seed

[Verse Fredro Star a.k.a. Never]

Its all about the caper
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
Snatchin the paper
Me and my crew roll in the zone of the
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 like Rod Strickland
ticking
Makes the hardest niggas clicks stop
Hitting stash
And murdering like and
Cover ya
And conceal dirty shit

Method Man]

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

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[Verse Sonsee]

Its all about the $50,000
Dice and ice chains
We out of the average price range
Rings and mixed with Henny
Chicks Fendi sucking disk in the Infinity
nigga had mad deco
Fucking petro the metro Blow
All you heard was the gun
On a nbight I get my head right
Running red lights no
Pumping in a black Benz
Pulling out Mac
Its just the of fucking cigarettes
Broke with assed out
Took 2 puffs and out
Woke him up with 21 shots of
him up
I thought it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid lamp kid, kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one

Four: Method Man]

Its the Blaze that be
Not many shots can do that ass
to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the niggas that be
Raunchy up your colon
Of its Tical
Verbal
We can these dogs through all 5 boroughs of New York
Some
other individuals walk
In my tryin' to hide thoughts
Spreading in my ears
Got me questioning my
That be 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 gotta keep me at arms distance
I know myself head niggas don't listen
I shoot the
Got no time for that wiz
I'm about to in 5 seconds
The clocks ticking this another mission
impossible as he hostile
blowing up your nostril
We
Come on another if you dare
The reason why its so raw cause its
I swear by the hairs on my Chin Chiggy
To the day I die I represent the niggas
The ones who can't afford Tommy
The down and dirty Johnny fill

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