Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (remix)

Intro: Man

that shit up
and fly
Oh my
Ohhhh
Ahhhh
Eiiii

Verse One: Sticky

I'm a
A in the dirt is what i'm holding
Sporting mad but only if its stolen
I got no morals my is in the gutter
KId I'll open up your face with my orange box
Soak you when you least it
Before I met I only had a jail record
Plus nothing ever me when 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 learning to drive a car
I got street smarts and I use
I can spot an undercover with my vision
And if anybody test me out
gonna make me kill them and throw away my carear
I'm my first born, Her last bad seed

Two: Fredro Star 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 shit go right
Its so tight its
A nigga hayz in
got 'em for a runner
the plot thickens
On like Rod Strickland
ticking
Makes the niggas clicks stop ticking
Hitting stash
And murdering like and
Cover ya
And conceal that shit

Chorus: Man

This is for the gun
noise
is for the crack slingers
bell
this is for the
and everyday
And all my hood hustlers who where 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 Henny
Chicks with Fendi disk in the Infinity
nigga 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
Buddah in a black Benz
Pulling out Mac
Its just the smell of cigarettes
Broke niggas with 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 Four: Man

Its the Blaze that be
Not many shots can do that ass
Lyric to the muzak we
Watch out for the that be holding
Raunchy fucking up your
Of course its
Verbal
We can walk dogs through all 5 boroughs of New York
Some
While other individuals
In my square tryin' to hide
Spreading in my ears
Got me questioning my
That be show and prove they don't here
I be the Chef in 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 the what
Got no for that wiz bitchin'
I'm to blow in 5 seconds
The clocks ticking consider this another
as he gets hostile
Uncut blowing up nostril
We
Come on another if you dare
The why its so raw cause its real
I swear by the hairs on my Chin Chiggy
To the day I die I represent the niggas
The ones who can't afford Tommy
The down and dirty Johnny Niggas

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