Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (remix)

Intro: Man

that shit up
and fly
Oh my
Heyyy
Hooooo
Eiiii

Verse One: Fingaz

I'm a
A dick in the 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 box cutter
you when you least expect it
Before I met Russel I had a jail record
Plus nothing ever hurt me I was at home
These Evil Streets got a of their own
My Pops left me for dead with the clothes on my back
I grew up selling
And learning to a car jack
I got street smarts and I use
I can spot an undercover my x-ray vision
And if anybody me out there
They gonna make me them and throw away my carear
I'm my Mothers born, Her last bad seed

Verse Two: Fredro a.k.a. Never

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
When the next don't go right
Its so its blazing
A nigga squeezed in
got 'em for a runner
the plot thickens
On point Rod Strickland
ticking
Makes the niggas clicks stop ticking
they stash
And murdering and expert
Cover ya
And conceal that shit

Method Man

This is for the gun
noise
is for the crack slingers
bell
this is for the
and beggers
And all my hood hustlers who know where we

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Verse Three:

Its all the $50,000 cars
Dice games and ice
We out of the average niggas price
Rings and mixed with Henny
Chicks Fendi sucking disk in the Infinity
This nigga had mad
petro the nickel metro Blow
All you was the gun echo
On a nbight I get my head right
red lights no headlights
Pumping Buddah in a black
Pulling out Mac
Its the smell of fucking cigarettes
Broke niggas with out
2 puffs and passed out
Woke him up with 21 of penicillin
him up
I guess thought it was
Yo chill kid kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one

Verse Method Man

Its the that be Johnny
Not many shots can do ass raunchy
to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the niggas be holding
Raunchy fucking up your
Of its Tical
assault
We can walk these dogs through all 5 boroughs of New
talk
While other walk
In my tryin' to hide thoughts
Spreading lies in my
Got me questioning my
That be show and they don't belong here
I be the Chef in Hells
Pop in the and hit the DJ if the records skipping
My competition gotta me at arms distance
I know myself onion niggas don't listen
I shoot the
Got no for that wiz bitchin'
I'm about to in 5 seconds
The clocks consider this another mission
as he gets hostile
Uncut blowing up your
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 niggas
The ones who can't afford Tommy
The down and dirty fill Niggas

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