Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (Remix)

[Intro: Method

Spark shit up
and fly
Oh my
Heyyy
Hooooo
Eiiii

One: 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 mind is in the
KId I'll open up your face with my box cutter
Soak you when you expect it
Before I met I only had a jail record
nothing ever hurt me when I was at home
These Evil Streets got a mind of own
My Pops left me for dead with the clothes on my back
I up selling crack
And learning to a car jack
I got street and I use intuition
I can spot an undercover my x-ray vision
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 a.k.a. Never]

Its all about the next
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 don't go
Its so its blazing
A nigga squeezed in
got 'em for a runner
Then the thickens
On point Rod Strickland
ticking
Makes the hardest niggas clicks ticking
they stash
And murdering like and
Cover ya
And conceal that dirty

[Chorus: Man]

is for the gun Triggers
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 about the $50,000
games and ice chains
We out of the niggas price range
Rings and mixed with Henny
Chicks with Fendi disk in the Infinity
This had mad deco
Fucking the nickel metro Blow
All you was the gun echo
On a dead nbight I get my head
Running red lights no
Pumping in a black Benz
Pulling out Mac
Its just the smell of cigarettes
niggas with assed out
Took 2 and passed out
Woke him up with 21 of penicillin
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 can do that ass raunchy
to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the that be holding
Raunchy fucking up colon
Of course its
assault
We can these dogs through all 5 boroughs of New York
Some
While other walk
In my square to hide thoughts
lies in my ears
Got me questioning my
be show 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 competition gotta keep me at distance
I know myself onion 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
Uncut blowing up your
We
Come on take another if you
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 ones who can't afford Hillfigger
The down and Johnny fill Niggas

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