Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (Remix)

[Intro: Method

Spark shit up
and fly
Oh my
Ohhhh
Ahhhh
Eiiii

[Verse One: Fingaz]

I'm a
A in the dirt is what i'm holding
mad Polo but only if its stolen
I got no morals my is in the gutter
KId I'll open up your with my orange box cutter
Soak you when you least it
I met Russel I only had a jail record
Plus nothing ever hurt me 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 drive a car
I got street smarts and I use
I can spot an undercover my x-ray vision
And if anybody me out there
They gonna me kill them and throw away my carear
I'm my Mothers born, Her last bad seed

Two: Fredro Star a.k.a. Never]

Its all about the next
The cocaine, props and
For the ah
the green paper
Me and my crew roll in the zone of the
The highlight
the next shit don't go right
Its so tight its
A nigga squeezed in
got 'em geezing for a
Then the plot
On like Rod Strickland
Clocks
Makes the hardest clicks stop ticking
they stash
And murdering and expert
Cover ya
And conceal that shit

[Chorus: Method

is for the gun Triggers
The bringers
is for the gun slingers
Bell
The
And every day
And all my hustlers who know where we headin'

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[Verse Sonsee]

Its all about the $50,000
Dice games and ice
We out of the niggas price range
and Remy mixed with Henny
Chicks with Fendi sucking in the Infinity
nigga had mad deco
Fucking petro the metro Blow
All you was the gun echo
On a dead nbight I get my head
red lights no headlights
Pumping Buddah in a black
Pulling out Mac
Its just the of fucking cigarettes
Broke niggas with out
Took 2 puffs and out
Woke him up 21 shots of penicillin
him up
I thought it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid lamp kid, kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one

[Verse Four: Method

Its the that be Johnny
Not shots can do that ass raunchy
to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the niggas be holding
Raunchy fucking up colon
Of course its
Verbal
We can walk these dogs through all 5 of New York
talk
While other walk
In my tryin' to hide thoughts
Spreading in my ears
Got me my peers
That be show and prove they don't belong
I be the in Hells Kitchen
Pop in the clip and hit the DJ if the records
My competition gotta keep me at distance
I know myself onion head don't listen
I the what
Got no time for that wiz
I'm about to blow in 5
The clocks ticking consider another mission
impossible as he gets
Uncut blowing up nostril
We
Come on another if you dare
The reason why its so raw cause its
I swear by the hairs on my Chin Chin
To the day I die I the Grimy niggas
The ones who can't afford Tommy
The down and dirty fill Niggas

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