Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (remix)

Intro: Man

Spark that up
and fly
Oh my
Heyyy
Hooooo
Eiiii

One: Sticky 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 your face my orange box cutter
Soak you when you expect it
Before I met Russel I only had a record
nothing ever hurt me when I was at home
These Evil got a mind of their own
My Pops me for dead with just the clothes on my back
I up selling crack
And to drive a car jack
I got street smarts and I use
I can spot an undercover with my x-ray
And if anybody test me out
They gonna make me them and throw away my carear
I'm my Mothers 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 roll in the zone of the twilight
The highlight
the next shit don't go right
Its so its blazing
A nigga squeezed in
got 'em for a runner
Then the thickens
On point Rod Strickland
Clocks
Makes the hardest niggas clicks ticking
Hitting they
And murdering like and
Cover ya
And that dirty shit

Method Man

This is for the gun
bringers
this is for the slingers
ringers
this is for the
and everyday
And all my hood hustlers who where we headin'

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Verse Three:

Its all the $50,000 cars
Dice games and ice
We out of the average niggas price
Rings and Remy mixed Henny
Chicks Fendi sucking disk 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 right
red lights no headlights
Pumping Buddah in a black
out Mac 10's
Its just the smell of fucking
Broke niggas with out
2 puffs and passed out
Woke him up with 21 shots of
him up
I guess it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid lamp kid, kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one

Four: Method Man

Its the that be Johnny
Not many shots can do ass raunchy
Lyric to the muzak we
Watch out for the niggas that be
fucking up your colon
Of its Tical
assault
We can these dogs through all 5 boroughs of New York
talk
While individuals walk
In my square to hide thoughts
Spreading lies in my
Got me my peers
That be show and prove they don't belong
I be the Chef in Kitchen
Pop in the clip and hit the DJ if the skipping
My competition gotta me at arms distance
I know myself onion head don't listen
I shoot the
Got no time for wiz bitchin'
I'm to blow in 5 seconds
The clocks ticking consider this another
impossible as he hostile
Uncut up your nostril
We
Come on another if you dare
The why its so raw cause its real
I swear by the hairs on my Chiggy Chin
To the day I die I represent the niggas
The who can't afford Tommy Hillfigger
The down and dirty fill Niggas

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