Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (remix)

Intro: Man

Spark that up
and fly
Oh my
Ohhhh
Ahhhh
Heyyy

Verse One: Fingaz

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 I'll open up face with my orange box cutter
Soak you when you expect it
Before I met Russel I had a jail record
Plus nothing ever me when I was at home
These Streets got a mind of their own
My Pops left me for dead just the clothes on my back
I grew up selling
And to drive a car jack
I got smarts and I use intuition
I can an undercover with my x-ray vision
And if test me out there
They gonna make me kill 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 caper
The cocaine, props and
For the ah
Snatchin the paper
Me and my crew roll in the zone of the
The news
When the next shit don't go
Its so tight its
A nigga squeezed in
got 'em for a runner
the plot thickens
On point like Rod
Clocks
the hardest niggas clicks stop ticking
Hitting stash
And murdering like and
Cover ya
And that dirty shit

Chorus: Man

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

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Verse Three:

Its all about the $50,000
games and ice chains
We out of the niggas price range
Rings and mixed with Henny
Chicks with Fendi sucking disk in the
This nigga had mad
Fucking the nickel metro Blow
All you heard was the gun
On a dead nbight I get my right
Running red no headlights
Pumping Buddah in a Benz
Pulling out Mac
Its just the of fucking cigarettes
niggas with assed out
Took 2 puffs and out
Woke him up with 21 shots of
him up
I guess it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one

Verse Four: Man

Its the that 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 dogs all 5 boroughs of New York
Some
While individuals walk
In my square tryin' to thoughts
Spreading in my ears
Got me questioning my
That be show and prove they don't here
I be the in Hells Kitchen
Pop in the clip and hit the DJ if the skipping
My competition keep me at arms distance
I know myself onion head niggas listen
I shoot the
Got no time for that wiz
I'm about to in 5 seconds
The clocks consider this another mission
impossible as he gets
Uncut blowing up your
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 the Grimy niggas
The who can't afford Tommy Hillfigger
The down and Johnny fill Niggas

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