Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (Remix)

[Intro: Man]

Spark shit up
and fly
Oh my
Heyyy
Ahhhh
Eiiii

[Verse Sticky Fingaz]

I'm a
A dick in the 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 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 Evil Streets got a of their own
My Pops left me for dead 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 test me out there
They gonna make me kill them and throw away my
I'm my first born, Her last bad seed

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

Its all the next caper
The cocaine, props and
For the ah
the green paper
Me and my crew in the zone of the twilight
The news
the next shit don't go right
Its so tight its
A squeezed hayz in
got 'em geezing for a
Then the thickens
On point Rod Strickland
Clocks
the hardest niggas clicks stop ticking
Hitting stash
And murdering like and
ya tracks
And conceal dirty shit

[Chorus: Man]

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

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[Verse Sonsee]

Its all the $50,000 cars
games and ice chains
We out of the average niggas range
Rings and mixed with Henny
Chicks with sucking disk in the Infinity
This nigga had mad
Fucking petro the metro Blow
All you heard was the gun
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
niggas with assed out
Took 2 puffs and out
Woke him up 21 shots of penicillin
him up
I thought it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid lamp kid, chill kid you
Aye yo JB hit me one

Four: Method Man]

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

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