Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (Remix)

[Intro: Method

Spark shit up
and fly
Oh my
Heyyy
Hooooo
Eiiii

[Verse Sticky Fingaz]

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

[Verse Two: Fredro 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 of the twilight
The highlight
the next shit don't go right
Its so its blazing
A squeezed hayz in
got 'em for a runner
the plot thickens
On point Rod Strickland
ticking
Makes the niggas clicks stop ticking
Hitting stash
And murdering like and
ya tracks
And conceal dirty shit

[Chorus: Man]

is for the gun Triggers
The bringers
is for the gun slingers
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
Dice and ice chains
We out of the average niggas price
Rings and Remy mixed Henny
Chicks Fendi sucking disk in the Infinity
nigga had mad deco
Fucking petro the nickel Blow
All you heard was the gun
On a nbight I get my head right
Running red lights no
Pumping in a black Benz
out Mac 10's
Its just the smell of cigarettes
Broke niggas with out
2 puffs and passed out
Woke him up 21 shots of penicillin
him up
I guess it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one

Four: Method Man]

Its the that be Johnny
Not shots can do that ass raunchy
Lyric to the muzak we
out for the niggas that be holding
Raunchy up your colon
Of its Tical
assault
We can walk these through all 5 boroughs of New York
talk
While other walk
In my tryin' to hide thoughts
Spreading lies in my
Got me my peers
That be show and prove they don't 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 in 5 seconds
The clocks ticking consider this mission
impossible as he gets
Uncut blowing up nostril
We
Come on another if you dare
The reason why its so raw its real
I swear by the on my Chin Chiggy Chin
To the day I die I represent the Grimy
The who can't afford Tommy Hillfigger
The down and dirty fill Niggas

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