Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (Remix)

[Intro: Method

that shit up
and fly
Oh my
Heyyy
Hooooo
Eiiii

[Verse Sticky Fingaz]

I'm a
A dick in the dirt is i'm holding
Sporting mad Polo but only if its
I got no morals my is in the gutter
KId I'll open up your with my orange box cutter
Soak you when you least it
Before I met Russel I only had a 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 up selling crack
And learning to a car jack
I got smarts and I use intuition
I can spot an with my x-ray vision
And if anybody test me out
They gonna make me kill them and throw my carear
I'm my Mothers born, Her last bad seed

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

Its all about the next
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
Snatchin the paper
Me and my roll in the zone of the twilight
The highlight
the next shit don't go right
Its so its blazing
A nigga hayz in
got 'em geezing for a
Then the plot
On like Rod Strickland
Clocks
Makes the hardest niggas clicks ticking
Hitting they
And murdering and expert
ya tracks
And that dirty shit

[Chorus: Method

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

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[Verse Three:

Its all about the $50,000
games and ice chains
We out of the average niggas range
Rings and Remy mixed Henny
Chicks with sucking disk in the Infinity
This had mad deco
Fucking petro the nickel metro
All you heard was the gun
On a nbight I get my head right
Running red no headlights
Buddah in a black Benz
Pulling out Mac
Its just the smell of fucking
Broke with assed out
Took 2 puffs and out
Woke him up with 21 of penicillin
him up
I guess it was hempacillin
Yo kid lamp kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one

[Verse Method Man]

Its the Blaze be Johnny
Not many can do that ass raunchy
to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the that be holding
Raunchy fucking up your
Of course its
assault
We can walk these dogs all 5 boroughs of New York
Some
other individuals walk
In my square tryin' to hide
lies 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 skipping
My competition gotta me at arms distance
I myself onion head niggas don't listen
I shoot the
Got no time for wiz bitchin'
I'm about to blow in 5
The ticking consider this another mission
impossible as he gets
Uncut up your nostril
We
Come on take if you dare
The reason why its so raw cause its
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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