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 in the dirt is what i'm holding
Sporting mad Polo but only if its
I got no my mind is in the gutter
KId I'll open up your with my orange box cutter
Soak you when you least it
Before I met Russel I had a jail record
Plus ever hurt me when I was at home
These Evil Streets got a of their own
My Pops left me for dead with just the clothes on my
I up selling crack
And to drive a car jack
I got street smarts and I use
I can spot an undercover with my x-ray
And if anybody test me out
They gonna make me kill them and throw my carear
I'm my first born, Her last bad seed

Verse Two: Fredro Star a.k.a.

Its all about the caper
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
Snatchin the green
Me and my crew roll in the of the twilight
The news
When the next don't go right
Its so its blazing
A nigga hayz in
got 'em for a runner
Then the plot
On point Rod Strickland
Clocks
the hardest niggas clicks stop ticking
Hitting stash
And murdering like and
Cover ya
And conceal that dirty

Method Man

This is for the gun
bringers
this is for the slingers
ringers
this is for the
and everyday
And all my hood hustlers who know where we

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Verse Sonsee

Its all the $50,000 cars
games and ice chains
We out of the average niggas price
and Remy mixed with Henny
Chicks with sucking disk in the Infinity
This nigga had mad
Fucking the nickel metro Blow
All you heard was the gun
On a dead I get my head right
red lights no headlights
Pumping Buddah in a black
out Mac 10's
Its just the smell of fucking
niggas with assed out
Took 2 puffs and out
Woke him up with 21 of penicillin
him up
I guess it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid lamp kid, kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one

Four: Method Man

Its the Blaze be Johnny
Not many shots can do ass raunchy
Lyric to the muzak we
out for the niggas that be holding
Raunchy fucking up colon
Of its Tical
assault
We can walk these dogs through all 5 of New York
Some
While other walk
In my tryin' to hide thoughts
lies in my ears
Got me questioning my
That be show and prove they don't belong
I be the Chef in Kitchen
Pop in the and hit the DJ if the records skipping
My gotta keep me at arms distance
I know onion head niggas don't listen
I shoot the
Got no time for wiz bitchin'
I'm about to blow in 5
The ticking consider this another mission
impossible as he gets
blowing up your nostril
We
Come on take another if you
The reason why its so raw cause its
I swear by the hairs on my Chin Chiggy
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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