Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (remix)

Intro: Man

Spark shit up
and fly
Oh my
Heyyy
Ahhhh
Heyyy

Verse Sticky Fingaz

I'm a
A in the dirt 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 with my box cutter
Soak you you least expect it
Before I met I only had a jail record
Plus ever hurt me when I was at home
Evil Streets got a mind of their own
My Pops left me for dead with just the on my back
I up selling crack
And learning to a car jack
I got smarts and I use intuition
I can spot an undercover my x-ray vision
And if anybody test me out
They gonna make me kill them and throw away my
I'm my Mothers first born, Her bad seed

Verse Two: Fredro Star a.k.a.

Its all about the caper
The cocaine, props and
For the ah
Snatchin the green
Me and my roll in the zone of the twilight
The news
When the next don't go right
Its so its blazing
A nigga hayz in
got 'em for a runner
the plot thickens
On like Rod Strickland
ticking
Makes the niggas clicks stop ticking
they stash
And murdering like and
Cover ya
And conceal that dirty

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

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Verse Three:

Its all the $50,000 cars
Dice games and ice
We out of the average price range
Rings and mixed with Henny
Chicks with sucking disk in the Infinity
This had mad deco
Fucking the nickel metro Blow
All you heard was the gun
On a nbight I get my head right
red lights no headlights
Pumping Buddah in a black
out Mac 10's
Its just the of fucking cigarettes
Broke niggas with out
Took 2 puffs and out
Woke him up with 21 of penicillin
him up
I thought it was hempacillin
Yo kid lamp kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one

Verse Method Man

Its the Blaze be Johnny
Not many shots can do ass raunchy
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 all 5 boroughs of New York
Some
While other individuals
In my tryin' to hide thoughts
Spreading in my ears
Got me my peers
That be 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 onion head niggas don't listen
I the what
Got no time for that wiz
I'm to blow in 5 seconds
The clocks ticking consider this another
impossible as he gets
Uncut blowing up your
We
Come on take another if you
The reason why its so raw cause its
I by the hairs on my Chin Chiggy Chin
To the day I die I the Grimy niggas
The who can't afford Tommy Hillfigger
The down and Johnny fill Niggas

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