Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (remix)

Intro: Man

Spark that up
and fly
Oh my
Heyyy
Hooooo
Eiiii

One: Sticky Fingaz

I'm a
A dick in the dirt is what i'm
mad Polo but only if its stolen
I got no my mind is in the gutter
KId I'll open up face with my orange box cutter
Soak you when you least 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 Pops left me for dead with just the on my back
I grew up crack
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 test me out
gonna make me kill them and throw away my carear
I'm my Mothers first born, Her bad seed

Verse Two: Fredro a.k.a. Never

Its all about the next
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
the green paper
Me and my crew roll in the of the twilight
The news
the next shit don't go right
Its so tight its
A nigga hayz in
got 'em for a runner
the plot thickens
On like Rod Strickland
Clocks
Makes the niggas clicks stop ticking
Hitting stash
And like and expert
Cover ya
And conceal that shit

Method Man

This is for the gun
noise
this is for the crack
ringers
this is for the
and beggers
And all my hood hustlers who where we headin'

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Verse Sonsee

Its all the $50,000 cars
Dice games and ice
We out of the average niggas range
Rings and Remy mixed with
with Fendi sucking disk in the Infinity
This nigga had mad
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 Benz
out Mac 10's
Its just the of fucking cigarettes
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, kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one

Verse Four: Man

Its the that be Johnny
Not shots can do that ass raunchy
Lyric to the muzak we
Watch out for the niggas be holding
fucking up your colon
Of its Tical
Verbal
We can walk dogs through all 5 boroughs of New York
Some
other individuals walk
In my square tryin' to hide
lies in my ears
Got me my peers
That be show and prove they belong here
I be the Chef in Hells
Pop in the clip and hit the DJ if the skipping
My competition gotta keep me at arms
I know myself onion niggas don't listen
I shoot the
Got no time for that wiz
I'm about to in 5 seconds
The ticking consider this another mission
impossible as he hostile
Uncut blowing up nostril
We
Come on take if you dare
The reason why its so raw its real
I by the hairs on my Chin Chiggy Chin
To the day I die I represent the Grimy
The ones who can't afford Tommy
The and dirty Johnny fill Niggas

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