Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (Remix)

[Intro: Man]

Spark that up
and fly
Oh my
Ohhhh
Ahhhh
Heyyy

[Verse Sticky 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 face with my orange box
Soak you when you least it
I met Russel I only had a jail record
Plus nothing hurt me when I was at home
These Streets got a mind of their own
My Pops left me for with just the clothes on my back
I up selling crack
And learning to drive a car
I got smarts and I use intuition
I can spot an undercover with my x-ray
And if anybody test me out
They gonna make me kill and throw away my carear
I'm my Mothers first born, Her last bad

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

Its all the next caper
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
Snatchin the paper
Me and my roll in the zone of the twilight
The news
When the next shit go right
Its so its blazing
A squeezed hayz in
got 'em for a runner
Then the thickens
On point like Rod
ticking
Makes the niggas clicks stop ticking
they stash
And murdering and expert
ya tracks
And conceal dirty shit

[Chorus: Method

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

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[Verse Three:

Its all about the $50,000
games and ice chains
We out of the average niggas range
Rings and Remy with Henny
with Fendi sucking disk in the Infinity
This had mad deco
petro the nickel metro Blow
All you was the gun echo
On a dead nbight I get my right
red lights no headlights
Pumping Buddah in a black
Pulling out Mac
Its just the of fucking cigarettes
Broke niggas assed out
2 puffs and passed out
Woke him up with 21 shots of
him up
I guess thought it was
Yo chill kid lamp kid, kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one

[Verse Four: Method

Its the that be Johnny
Not many can do that ass raunchy
Lyric to the we rolling
Watch out for the that be holding
fucking up your colon
Of its Tical
assault
We can walk these dogs through all 5 of New York
talk
While individuals walk
In my square tryin' to thoughts
Spreading in my ears
Got me questioning my
That be show and prove don't belong here
I be the Chef in Hells
Pop in the clip and hit the DJ if the skipping
My competition keep me at arms distance
I know myself onion head niggas don't
I shoot the
Got no for that wiz bitchin'
I'm about to in 5 seconds
The clocks ticking consider another mission
impossible as he gets
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 Grimy
The ones who can't afford Hillfigger
The and dirty Johnny fill Niggas

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