Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (Remix)

[Intro: Man]

that 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 but only if its stolen
I got no my mind is in the gutter
KId I'll up your face with my orange box cutter
you when you least expect it
Before I met Russel I only had a jail
Plus nothing hurt me when I was at home
Evil Streets got a mind of their own
My left me for dead with just the clothes on my back
I grew up crack
And to drive a car jack
I got street smarts and I use
I can spot an undercover with my vision
And if anybody test me out
They gonna me kill them and throw away my carear
I'm my Mothers born, Her last bad seed

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

Its all about the caper
The cocaine, props and
For the ah
Snatchin the paper
Me and my crew in the zone of the twilight
The news
When the next don't go right
Its so its blazing
A squeezed hayz in
got 'em geezing for a
Then the thickens
On point Rod Strickland
ticking
Makes the hardest niggas clicks stop
Hitting stash
And like and expert
Cover ya
And conceal that shit

[Chorus: Method

is for the gun Triggers
The noise
is for the gun slingers
Bell
The
And day bangers
And all my hood hustlers who know where we

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[Verse Sonsee]

Its all the $50,000 cars
Dice and ice chains
We out of the niggas price range
Rings and Remy mixed with
Chicks with Fendi sucking disk in the
nigga had mad deco
Fucking the nickel metro Blow
All you was the gun echo
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 cigarettes
niggas with assed out
Took 2 and passed out
Woke him up with 21 of penicillin
him up
I guess it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid lamp kid, kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one

Four: Method Man]

Its the that be Johnny
Not many can do that ass raunchy
to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the niggas be holding
fucking up your colon
Of course its
Verbal
We can walk these through all 5 boroughs of New York
talk
While other walk
In my square tryin' to hide
Spreading lies in my
Got me questioning my
That be show and prove they belong here
I be the Chef in Kitchen
Pop in the and hit the DJ if the records skipping
My competition gotta keep me at arms
I know myself onion niggas don't listen
I shoot the
Got no time for wiz bitchin'
I'm about to blow in 5
The clocks ticking consider this another
impossible as he hostile
Uncut blowing up nostril
We
Come on take another if you
The reason why its so raw cause its
I by the hairs on my Chin Chiggy Chin
To the day I die I represent the niggas
The who can't afford Tommy Hillfigger
The and dirty Johnny fill Niggas

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