Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (Remix)

[Intro: Method

Spark shit up
and fly
Oh my
Heyyy
Hooooo
Eiiii

[Verse One: Sticky

I'm a
A dick in the is what i'm holding
Sporting mad Polo but only if its
I got no morals my is in the gutter
KId open up your face with my orange box cutter
you when you least expect it
Before I met Russel I only had a record
Plus nothing ever me when I was at home
These 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 and I use intuition
I can spot an undercover with my vision
And if anybody me out there
They gonna make me kill them and away my carear
I'm my Mothers first born, Her last bad

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

Its all about the caper
The cocaine, props and
For the ah
the green paper
Me and my roll in the zone of the twilight
The highlight
the next shit don't go right
Its so tight its
A nigga hayz in
got 'em for a runner
Then the plot
On point Rod Strickland
Clocks
Makes the hardest niggas clicks stop
Hitting stash
And like and expert
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 hustlers who where we headin'

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[Verse Three:

Its all about the $50,000
games and ice chains
We out of the average price range
and Remy mixed with Henny
Chicks with Fendi sucking disk in the
This nigga had mad
petro the nickel metro Blow
All you heard was the gun
On a dead nbight I get my head
Running red lights no
Pumping Buddah in a Benz
out Mac 10's
Its just the smell of fucking
Broke with assed out
Took 2 and passed out
Woke him up with 21 of penicillin
him up
I guess thought it was
Yo chill kid lamp kid, chill kid you
Aye yo JB hit me one

[Verse Four: Method

Its the Blaze be Johnny
Not many can do that ass raunchy
to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the that be holding
Raunchy fucking up your
Of its Tical
assault
We can walk these through all 5 boroughs of New York
Some
other individuals walk
In my square tryin' to hide
Spreading lies in my
Got me my peers
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 records
My competition gotta me at arms distance
I know myself onion head niggas listen
I shoot the
Got no time for wiz bitchin'
I'm about to in 5 seconds
The clocks ticking consider another mission
as he gets hostile
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 Chiggy
To the day I die I the Grimy niggas
The who can't afford Tommy Hillfigger
The down and dirty Johnny fill

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