Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (remix)

Intro: Man

Spark shit up
and fly
Oh my
Ohhhh
Ahhhh
Eiiii

Verse One: Fingaz

I'm a
A dick in the is what i'm holding
mad Polo but only if its stolen
I got no morals my mind is in the
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 ever hurt me when I was at home
These Streets got a mind of their own
My left me for dead with just the clothes on my back
I grew up selling
And to drive a car jack
I got street smarts and I use
I can spot an undercover with my vision
And if anybody me out there
They gonna make me kill them and away my carear
I'm my Mothers first born, Her bad seed

Two: Fredro 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 highlight
the next shit don't go right
Its so tight its
A nigga hayz in
got 'em geezing for a
Then the plot
On point Rod Strickland
Clocks
Makes the hardest clicks stop ticking
they stash
And murdering and expert
ya tracks
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 hood hustlers who know where we

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Verse Sonsee

Its all about the $50,000
games and ice chains
We out of the average niggas range
Rings and Remy with Henny
Chicks with Fendi sucking in the Infinity
This nigga had mad
Fucking petro the metro Blow
All you was the gun echo
On a dead nbight I get my head
red lights no headlights
Pumping Buddah in a Benz
Pulling out Mac
Its just the smell of cigarettes
Broke with assed out
2 puffs and passed out
Woke him up with 21 of penicillin
him up
I guess thought it was
Yo chill kid kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one

Verse Method Man

Its the that be Johnny
Not many shots can do that ass
to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the that be holding
Raunchy fucking up colon
Of its Tical
assault
We can walk these through all 5 boroughs of New York
Some
While other individuals
In my square 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 arms
I know onion head niggas don't listen
I shoot the
Got no for that wiz bitchin'
I'm about to blow in 5
The clocks ticking this another mission
impossible as he hostile
Uncut blowing up nostril
We
Come on take if you dare
The reason why its so raw its real
I swear by the hairs on my Chin Chin
To the day I die I the Grimy niggas
The who can't afford Tommy Hillfigger
The down and dirty fill Niggas

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