Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (Remix)

[Intro: Man]

Spark that up
and fly
Oh my
Ohhhh
Ahhhh
Heyyy

[Verse One: Sticky

I'm a
A in the dirt is what i'm holding
Sporting mad Polo but only if its
I got no morals my mind is in the
KId I'll open up your with my orange box cutter
Soak you you least expect it
Before I met Russel I only had a jail
nothing ever hurt me when I was at home
These Evil Streets got a of their own
My Pops me for dead with just the clothes on my back
I up selling crack
And learning to a car jack
I got street smarts and I use
I can spot an undercover my x-ray vision
And if anybody me out there
They gonna make me kill them and throw my carear
I'm my first born, Her last bad seed

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

Its all the next caper
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
Snatchin the paper
Me and my crew roll in the of the twilight
The news
the next shit don't go right
Its so its blazing
A nigga squeezed in
got 'em for a runner
Then the plot
On point like Rod
Clocks
Makes the hardest clicks stop ticking
Hitting stash
And murdering like and
ya tracks
And conceal dirty shit

[Chorus: Man]

This is for the gun
The bringers
This is for the gun
ringers
The
And day bangers
And all my hustlers who know where we headin'

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[Verse Sonsee]

Its all the $50,000 cars
Dice games and ice
We out of the average niggas price
Rings and mixed with Henny
Chicks with sucking disk in the Infinity
This nigga had mad
Fucking the nickel metro Blow
All you heard was the gun
On a dead nbight I get my right
Running red no headlights
Pumping Buddah in a Benz
out Mac 10's
Its just the of fucking cigarettes
Broke niggas with out
2 puffs and passed out
Woke him up with 21 shots of
him up
I thought it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one

[Verse Four: Method

Its the Blaze be Johnny
Not many shots can do that ass
Lyric to the muzak we
out for the niggas that be holding
Raunchy up your colon
Of course its
Verbal
We can walk these dogs through all 5 of New York
Some
While other individuals
In my square tryin' to hide
lies in my ears
Got me questioning my
be show and prove they don't belong here
I be the Chef in Kitchen
Pop in the clip and hit the DJ if the skipping
My competition gotta me at arms distance
I know myself onion head niggas don't
I the what
Got no for that wiz bitchin'
I'm about to in 5 seconds
The clocks ticking this another mission
impossible as he hostile
Uncut up your nostril
We
Come on take if you dare
The reason why its so raw its real
I by the hairs on my Chin Chiggy Chin
To the day I die I the Grimy niggas
The who can't afford Tommy Hillfigger
The down and dirty fill Niggas

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