Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (remix)

Intro: Man

that shit up
and fly
Oh my
Heyyy
Ahhhh
Heyyy

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 mind is in the
KId I'll open up your face with my orange box
Soak you when you expect it
Before I met Russel I only had a jail
Plus nothing ever 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 selling
And learning to a car jack
I got street smarts and I use
I can spot an undercover with my x-ray
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: Star a.k.a. Never

Its all about the next
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
Snatchin the green
Me and my crew in the zone of the twilight
The highlight
the next shit don't go right
Its so its blazing
A nigga hayz in
got 'em for a runner
Then the thickens
On point Rod Strickland
Clocks
Makes the hardest niggas clicks stop
they stash
And murdering like and
ya tracks
And conceal that dirty

Method Man

This is for the gun
bringers
this is for the crack
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
games and ice chains
We out of the niggas price range
Rings and Remy mixed with
Chicks with Fendi sucking disk in the
nigga had mad deco
Fucking petro the nickel Blow
All you was the gun echo
On a dead nbight I get my right
Running red lights no
Pumping Buddah in a Benz
out Mac 10's
Its just the smell of fucking
Broke niggas assed out
2 puffs and passed out
Woke him up 21 shots of penicillin
him up
I thought it was hempacillin
Yo kid lamp kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one

Verse Method Man

Its the Blaze that be
Not shots can do that ass raunchy
Lyric to the muzak we
out for the niggas that be holding
Raunchy up your colon
Of course its
assault
We can walk these through all 5 boroughs of New York
Some
While other walk
In my square to hide thoughts
Spreading lies in my
Got me questioning my
be show and prove they don't belong here
I be the in Hells Kitchen
Pop in the and hit the DJ if the records skipping
My competition keep me at arms distance
I know myself onion head niggas don't
I shoot the
Got no for that wiz bitchin'
I'm about to in 5 seconds
The ticking consider this another mission
impossible as he gets
blowing up your nostril
We
Come on another if you dare
The reason why its so raw cause its
I swear by the hairs on my Chiggy Chin
To the day I die I represent the niggas
The ones who can't afford Tommy
The down and Johnny fill Niggas

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