Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (remix)

Intro: Man

that shit up
and fly
Oh my
Heyyy
Ahhhh
Eiiii

Verse Sticky 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 mind is in the
KId I'll open up your face with my orange box
Soak you when you least it
Before I met Russel I had a jail record
Plus nothing hurt me when 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 crack
And learning to drive a car
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 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 caper
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
Snatchin the paper
Me and my roll in the zone of the twilight
The news
When the next don't go right
Its so tight its
A nigga squeezed in
got 'em geezing for a
Then the thickens
On point Rod Strickland
ticking
Makes the hardest niggas stop ticking
they stash
And murdering and expert
Cover ya
And that dirty shit

Method Man

This is for the gun
bringers
this is for the crack
ringers
this is for the
and everyday
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 price range
and Remy mixed with Henny
Chicks Fendi sucking disk in the Infinity
nigga had mad deco
Fucking petro the metro Blow
All you heard was the gun
On a nbight I get my head right
Running red no headlights
Pumping Buddah in a Benz
out Mac 10's
Its just the smell of fucking
Broke niggas with out
Took 2 and passed out
Woke him up 21 shots of penicillin
him up
I thought it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one

Verse Four: Man

Its the Blaze be Johnny
Not shots can do that ass raunchy
Lyric to the muzak we
out for the niggas that be holding
Raunchy fucking up your
Of course its
assault
We can these dogs through all 5 boroughs of New York
Some
other individuals 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 clip and hit the DJ if the skipping
My competition gotta keep me at arms
I know myself onion head niggas don't
I shoot the
Got no time for wiz bitchin'
I'm about to in 5 seconds
The clocks ticking this another mission
impossible as he gets
Uncut up your nostril
We
Come on another if you dare
The reason why its so raw its real
I swear by the on my Chin Chiggy Chin
To the day I die I represent the Grimy
The ones who can't afford Tommy
The down and Johnny fill Niggas

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