Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (remix)

Intro: Man

Spark shit up
and fly
Oh my
Ohhhh
Ahhhh
Heyyy

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 when you expect it
Before I met Russel I only had a jail
Plus nothing ever me when I was at home
Evil Streets got a mind of their own
My Pops left me for dead with just the clothes on my
I grew up crack
And learning to drive a car
I got smarts and I use intuition
I can spot an undercover my x-ray vision
And if test me out there
They gonna make me kill them and away my carear
I'm my first born, Her last bad seed

Verse Two: Fredro a.k.a. Never

Its all the next caper
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
the green paper
Me and my roll in the zone of the twilight
The news
the next shit don't go right
Its so tight its
A nigga hayz in
got 'em for a runner
the plot thickens
On point like Rod
Clocks
Makes the hardest niggas clicks ticking
Hitting stash
And murdering and expert
ya tracks
And conceal that shit

Method Man

This is for the gun
noise
this is for the crack
ringers
this is for the
and everyday
And all my hood who know 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 with
with Fendi sucking disk in the Infinity
This had mad deco
Fucking petro the nickel Blow
All you heard was the gun
On a dead nbight I get my head
Running red lights no
Pumping Buddah in a black
Pulling out Mac
Its the smell of fucking cigarettes
niggas with assed out
Took 2 puffs and out
Woke him up with 21 shots of
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
to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the niggas that be
Raunchy fucking up your
Of course its
assault
We can walk these dogs through all 5 of New York
talk
While other walk
In my square tryin' to thoughts
Spreading lies in my
Got me my peers
That be show and prove they belong here
I be the Chef in Hells
Pop in the clip and hit the DJ if the skipping
My gotta keep me at arms distance
I know onion head niggas don't listen
I the what
Got no time for wiz bitchin'
I'm about to blow in 5
The clocks ticking consider this another
impossible as he gets
Uncut blowing up nostril
We
Come on another if you dare
The reason why its so raw its real
I swear by the hairs on my Chiggy Chin
To the day I die I represent the niggas
The ones who afford Tommy Hillfigger
The down and dirty Johnny fill

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