Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (remix)

Intro: Man

Spark that up
and fly
Oh my
Heyyy
Hooooo
Eiiii

Verse One: Fingaz

I'm a
A dick in the dirt is 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 with my orange box cutter
Soak you when you least it
Before I met Russel I only had a record
nothing ever hurt me when I was at home
These Evil Streets got a mind of own
My Pops left me for with just the clothes on my back
I grew up selling
And learning to a car jack
I got smarts and I use intuition
I can spot an with my x-ray vision
And if test me out there
They gonna make me kill them and throw my carear
I'm my first born, Her last bad seed

Verse Two: Fredro a.k.a. Never

Its all about the next
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
Snatchin the paper
Me and my crew roll in the of the twilight
The news
When the next don't go right
Its so tight its
A squeezed hayz in
got 'em geezing for a
Then the thickens
On point Rod Strickland
ticking
Makes the hardest niggas stop ticking
Hitting they
And like and expert
Cover ya
And conceal dirty shit

Method Man

This is for the gun
bringers
this is for the slingers
bell
is for the bootleggers
and everyday
And all my hustlers who know where we headin'

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Verse Three:

Its all the $50,000 cars
games and ice chains
We out of the niggas price range
Rings and Remy with Henny
Chicks with sucking disk in the Infinity
This had mad deco
Fucking petro the nickel Blow
All you heard was the gun
On a nbight I get my head right
Running red lights no
Pumping Buddah in a black
Pulling out Mac
Its just the smell of fucking
Broke niggas assed out
Took 2 puffs and out
Woke him up with 21 shots of
him up
I guess thought it was
Yo chill kid lamp kid, kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one

Verse Method Man

Its the Blaze that be
Not many shots can do that ass
Lyric to the muzak we
Watch out for the niggas that be
Raunchy fucking up colon
Of its Tical
assault
We can walk these through all 5 boroughs of New York
talk
While other walk
In my square tryin' to thoughts
Spreading in my ears
Got me questioning my
That be show and prove they don't belong
I be the in Hells Kitchen
Pop in the clip and hit the DJ if the records
My competition keep me at arms distance
I know onion head niggas don't listen
I shoot the
Got no time for that wiz
I'm to blow in 5 seconds
The clocks consider this another mission
impossible as he gets
Uncut blowing up your
We
on take another if you dare
The why its so raw cause 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 dirty Johnny fill

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