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 i'm holding
mad Polo but only if its stolen
I got no my mind is in the gutter
KId I'll open up your face with my orange box
Soak you you least expect it
Before I met Russel I only had a record
Plus nothing ever hurt me when I was at
These Evil got a mind of their own
My Pops me for dead with just the clothes on my back
I grew up crack
And learning to drive a car
I got street and I use intuition
I can spot an undercover my x-ray vision
And if anybody me out there
They gonna me kill them and throw away my carear
I'm my Mothers first born, Her last bad

Verse Two: Star a.k.a. Never

Its all about the next
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
Snatchin the green
Me and my crew roll in the of the twilight
The highlight
When the next shit go right
Its so its blazing
A squeezed hayz in
got 'em for a runner
Then the plot
On point like Rod
ticking
Makes the niggas clicks stop ticking
they stash
And murdering and expert
ya tracks
And conceal that shit

Chorus: Man

This is for the gun
bringers
this is for the crack
ringers
this is for the
and beggers
And all my hood hustlers who know where we

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Verse Three:

Its all about the $50,000
Dice games and ice
We out of the average niggas price
Rings and Remy with Henny
Chicks with Fendi sucking in the Infinity
nigga had mad deco
Fucking petro the metro Blow
All you heard was the gun
On a dead I get my head right
Running red lights no
Pumping in a black Benz
out Mac 10's
Its the smell of fucking cigarettes
Broke niggas with out
Took 2 and passed out
him up with 21 shots of penicillin
him up
I guess it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid lamp kid, chill kid you
Aye yo JB hit me one

Verse Four: Man

Its the that be Johnny
Not many shots can do ass raunchy
to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the niggas that be
Raunchy up your colon
Of course its
assault
We can walk these through all 5 boroughs of New York
talk
While other walk
In my square tryin' to thoughts
Spreading in my ears
Got me questioning my
That be show and prove they don't here
I be the Chef in Kitchen
Pop in the clip and hit the DJ if the skipping
My competition gotta keep me at distance
I know myself head niggas don't listen
I shoot the
Got no for that wiz bitchin'
I'm about to blow in 5
The ticking consider this another mission
impossible as he hostile
Uncut blowing up your
We
Come on another if you dare
The why its so raw cause its real
I swear by the hairs on my Chiggy Chin
To the day I die I represent the niggas
The ones who can't afford Tommy
The down and dirty Johnny fill

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