Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (Remix)

[Intro: Method

that shit up
and fly
Oh my
Ohhhh
Ahhhh
Eiiii

[Verse One: Sticky

I'm a
A dick in the dirt is what i'm
Sporting mad but only 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 I only had a jail record
Plus nothing ever me when I was at home
These Evil Streets got a mind of own
My Pops left me for dead just the clothes on my back
I grew up crack
And learning to drive a car
I got street and I use intuition
I can spot an undercover with my vision
And if test me out there
They make me kill them and throw away my carear
I'm my first born, Her last bad seed

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

Its all about the caper
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
the green paper
Me and my crew roll in the zone of the
The highlight
When the shit don't go right
Its so tight its
A squeezed hayz in
got 'em geezing for a
Then the thickens
On like Rod Strickland
ticking
Makes the niggas clicks stop ticking
Hitting they
And like and expert
ya tracks
And that dirty shit

Method Man]

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

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[Verse Three:

Its all the $50,000 cars
Dice and ice chains
We out of the average niggas price
and Remy mixed with Henny
Chicks with Fendi disk in the Infinity
nigga had mad deco
Fucking petro the metro Blow
All you was the gun echo
On a dead I get my head right
Running red no headlights
Pumping Buddah in a black
Pulling out Mac
Its the smell of fucking cigarettes
Broke with assed out
Took 2 and passed out
him up with 21 shots of penicillin
him up
I guess thought it was
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 we rolling
Watch out for the niggas that be
Raunchy fucking up your
Of its Tical
assault
We can walk these dogs through all 5 boroughs of New
Some
While other individuals
In my tryin' to hide thoughts
lies in my ears
Got me questioning my
be show and prove they don't belong here
I be the in Hells Kitchen
Pop in the and hit the DJ if the records skipping
My competition keep me at arms distance
I know myself onion head niggas listen
I the what
Got no for that wiz bitchin'
I'm about to blow in 5
The ticking consider this another mission
impossible as he gets
Uncut blowing up your
We
Come on take another if you
The why its so raw cause its real
I swear by the hairs on my Chin Chin
To the day I die I represent the niggas
The ones who afford Tommy Hillfigger
The down and dirty fill Niggas

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