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 if its stolen
I got no morals my is in the gutter
KId I'll open up your with my orange box cutter
you when you least expect it
Before I met I only had a jail record
Plus nothing ever hurt me I was at home
Evil Streets got a mind of their own
My Pops left me for dead with the clothes on my back
I grew up crack
And to drive a car jack
I got street and I use intuition
I can an undercover with my x-ray vision
And if anybody test me out
They gonna make me kill them and away my carear
I'm my Mothers first born, Her bad seed

Verse Two: Star a.k.a. Never

Its all the next caper
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
the green paper
Me and my roll in the zone of the twilight
The highlight
When the next don't go right
Its so tight its
A nigga hayz in
got 'em geezing for a
the plot thickens
On point like Rod
Clocks
Makes the niggas clicks stop ticking
Hitting they
And murdering and expert
Cover ya
And conceal that shit

Chorus: Man

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

2X

Verse Sonsee

Its all the $50,000 cars
Dice games and ice
We out of the average price range
Rings and Remy mixed with
Chicks with Fendi disk in the Infinity
nigga had mad deco
Fucking petro the nickel Blow
All you heard was the gun
On a dead nbight I get my right
Running red lights no
Buddah in a black Benz
Pulling out Mac
Its just the of fucking cigarettes
Broke niggas with out
2 puffs and passed out
Woke him up with 21 of penicillin
him up
I thought it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid lamp kid, kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one

Four: Method Man

Its the Blaze be Johnny
Not many can do that ass raunchy
Lyric to the muzak we
Watch out for the that be holding
Raunchy fucking up your
Of course its
Verbal
We can walk these through all 5 boroughs of New York
talk
While individuals walk
In my square to hide thoughts
lies in my ears
Got me questioning my
be show and prove they don't belong here
I be the Chef in Hells
Pop in the clip and hit the DJ if the skipping
My gotta keep me at arms distance
I know myself onion head don't listen
I shoot the
Got no time for wiz bitchin'
I'm about to blow in 5
The clocks ticking consider this mission
impossible as he hostile
Uncut up your nostril
We
Come on take another if you
The reason why its so raw cause its
I swear by the hairs on my Chin Chiggy
To the day I die I the Grimy niggas
The who can't afford Tommy Hillfigger
The down and dirty Johnny fill

2X