Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (remix)

Intro: Man

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 if its stolen
I got no morals my is in the gutter
KId I'll open up your face with my box cutter
Soak you you least expect it
Before I met I only had a jail record
Plus ever hurt me when I was at home
These Evil Streets got a mind of 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 with my x-ray vision
And if test me out there
They make me kill them and throw away my carear
I'm my first born, Her last bad seed

Verse Two: Star 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 highlight
When the shit don't go right
Its so its blazing
A nigga hayz in
got 'em geezing for a
Then the thickens
On point like Rod
ticking
Makes the hardest niggas clicks ticking
Hitting stash
And like and expert
Cover ya
And that dirty shit

Method Man

This is for the gun
noise
this is for the slingers
bell
is for the bootleggers
and beggers
And all my hood hustlers who know we headin'

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Verse Sonsee

Its all about the $50,000
Dice games and ice
We out of the average price range
Rings and Remy mixed with
Chicks with Fendi disk in the Infinity
This had mad deco
Fucking the nickel metro Blow
All you was the gun echo
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 cigarettes
Broke niggas with out
Took 2 puffs and out
Woke him up with 21 shots of
him up
I guess it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid lamp kid, kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one

Verse Method Man

Its the Blaze that be
Not shots can do that ass raunchy
to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the niggas be holding
fucking up your colon
Of its Tical
Verbal
We can walk these dogs through all 5 of New York
talk
While individuals walk
In my tryin' to hide thoughts
Spreading lies in my
Got me questioning my
That be show and prove don't belong here
I be the in Hells Kitchen
Pop in the clip and hit the DJ if the records
My competition gotta keep me at distance
I know myself onion head don't listen
I the what
Got no time for wiz bitchin'
I'm about to blow in 5
The clocks consider this another mission
as he gets hostile
Uncut up your nostril
We
Come on another if you dare
The why its so raw cause its real
I swear by the hairs on my Chin Chin
To the day I die I represent the Grimy
The ones who can't afford Hillfigger
The down and dirty fill Niggas

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