Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (remix)

Intro: Man

Spark that up
and fly
Oh my
Heyyy
Hooooo
Eiiii

Verse Sticky Fingaz

I'm a
A dick in the dirt is what i'm
Sporting mad Polo but only if its
I got no morals my is in the gutter
KId I'll open up your with my orange box cutter
Soak you you least expect it
Before I met I only had a jail record
nothing ever hurt me when I was at home
These Streets got a mind of their own
My Pops left me for dead just the clothes on my back
I up selling crack
And learning to drive a car
I got street smarts and I use
I can an undercover with my x-ray vision
And if anybody me out there
They make me kill them and throw away my carear
I'm my Mothers born, Her last bad seed

Verse Two: Fredro Star a.k.a.

Its all about the caper
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
Snatchin the paper
Me and my crew in the zone of the twilight
The highlight
When the next shit don't go
Its so its blazing
A squeezed hayz in
got 'em for a runner
Then the thickens
On point like Rod
ticking
Makes the hardest niggas stop ticking
they stash
And like and expert
ya tracks
And that dirty shit

Chorus: Man

This is for the gun
bringers
this is for the crack
bell
is for the bootleggers
and everyday
And all my hood who know 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 sucking disk in the
nigga had mad deco
Fucking petro the nickel metro
All you heard was the gun
On a dead I get my head right
Running red no headlights
Pumping Buddah in a Benz
out Mac 10's
Its just the of fucking cigarettes
niggas with assed out
Took 2 and passed out
him up with 21 shots 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 that be
Not many shots can do that ass
Lyric to the muzak we
Watch out for the niggas be holding
Raunchy fucking up colon
Of course its
Verbal
We can walk these dogs through all 5 boroughs of New
Some
While individuals walk
In my square tryin' to thoughts
Spreading in my ears
Got me questioning my
be show and prove they don't belong here
I be the in Hells Kitchen
Pop in the clip and hit the DJ if the skipping
My competition gotta keep me at arms
I know myself onion head don't listen
I shoot the
Got no time for that wiz
I'm about to blow in 5
The clocks consider this another mission
as he gets hostile
Uncut up your nostril
We
Come on take if you dare
The why its so raw cause its real
I swear by the hairs on my Chin 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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