Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (remix)

Intro: Man

Spark that up
and fly
Oh my
Ohhhh
Ahhhh
Heyyy

Verse One: Sticky

I'm a
A dick in the is what i'm holding
Sporting mad Polo but if its stolen
I got no my mind is in the gutter
KId I'll open up your face with my orange box
you when you least expect it
Before I met I only had a jail record
nothing ever hurt me when I was at home
These Evil Streets got a of their own
My Pops me for dead with 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 spot an undercover with my vision
And if test me out there
They gonna make me kill them and throw away my
I'm my first born, Her last bad seed

Verse Fredro Star a.k.a. Never

Its all about the next
The cocaine, props and
For the ah
the green paper
Me and my roll in the zone of the twilight
The news
When the shit don't go right
Its so tight its
A nigga hayz in
got 'em geezing for a
the plot thickens
On like Rod Strickland
Clocks
Makes the hardest niggas stop ticking
they stash
And murdering and expert
ya tracks
And that dirty shit

Chorus: Man

is for the gun slingers
noise
this is for the crack
ringers
this is for the
and beggers
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 average niggas range
Rings and Remy mixed with
Chicks with Fendi sucking in the Infinity
This had mad deco
Fucking petro the metro Blow
All you was the gun echo
On a dead I get my head right
Running red lights no
Pumping Buddah in a Benz
out Mac 10's
Its just the smell of fucking
Broke niggas with 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, kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one

Verse Method Man

Its the Blaze be Johnny
Not many shots can do that ass
to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the niggas be holding
Raunchy fucking up your
Of its Tical
assault
We can walk these dogs through all 5 boroughs of New
Some
other individuals 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 Kitchen
Pop in the clip and hit the DJ if the skipping
My competition gotta me at arms distance
I know myself onion head niggas 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 reason why its so raw cause its
I swear by the on my Chin Chiggy Chin
To the day I die I represent the niggas
The ones who can't Tommy Hillfigger
The down and dirty Johnny fill

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