Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (remix)

Intro: Man

Spark that up
and fly
Oh my
Heyyy
Ahhhh
Eiiii

Verse Sticky Fingaz

I'm a
A dick in the is what i'm holding
Sporting mad Polo but only if its
I got no morals my is in the gutter
KId I'll up your face with my orange box cutter
Soak you when you least it
Before I met Russel I had a jail record
Plus ever hurt me when I was at home
Evil Streets got a mind of their own
My left me for dead with just the clothes on my back
I grew up crack
And to drive a car jack
I got street and I use intuition
I can spot an with my x-ray vision
And if anybody test me out
They gonna make me kill them and throw my carear
I'm my Mothers first born, Her bad seed

Verse Fredro Star a.k.a. Never

Its all about the caper
The cocaine, props and
For the ah
Snatchin the paper
Me and my crew roll in the zone of the
The news
When the next don't go right
Its so tight its
A squeezed hayz in
got 'em for a runner
Then the plot
On point like Rod
ticking
Makes the hardest niggas clicks ticking
Hitting they
And murdering like and
ya tracks
And conceal that dirty

Chorus: Man

is for the gun slingers
noise
this is for the slingers
bell
is for the bootleggers
and beggers
And all my hood hustlers who where we headin'

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Verse Sonsee

Its all about the $50,000
Dice and ice chains
We out of the average niggas price
Rings and Remy with Henny
Chicks Fendi sucking disk in the Infinity
nigga had mad deco
Fucking petro the metro 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 smell of cigarettes
Broke niggas assed out
2 puffs and passed out
Woke him up with 21 of penicillin
him up
I guess it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid lamp kid, chill kid you
Aye yo JB hit me one

Verse Method Man

Its the Blaze be Johnny
Not many can do that ass raunchy
to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the niggas be holding
Raunchy fucking up your
Of course its
Verbal
We can these dogs through all 5 boroughs of New York
Some
While other walk
In my tryin' 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 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 the what
Got no time for that wiz
I'm about to blow in 5
The clocks ticking consider this another
impossible as he gets
Uncut blowing up your
We
Come on another if you dare
The reason why its so raw cause its
I swear by the on my Chin Chiggy Chin
To the day I die I the Grimy niggas
The who can't afford Tommy Hillfigger
The down and dirty Johnny fill

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