Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (remix)

Intro: Man

Spark that up
and fly
Oh my
Ohhhh
Ahhhh
Eiiii

One: Sticky Fingaz

I'm a
A in the dirt 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 my orange box cutter
Soak you when you least it
Before I met Russel I only had a jail
Plus nothing ever hurt me I was at home
These Evil got a mind of their own
My Pops left me for with just the clothes on my back
I grew up 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 Mothers first born, Her bad seed

Verse Fredro Star a.k.a. Never

Its all the next caper
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
Snatchin the paper
Me and my crew in the zone of the twilight
The news
When the shit don't go right
Its so its blazing
A squeezed hayz in
got 'em geezing for a
Then the thickens
On point like Rod
Clocks
Makes the hardest niggas clicks ticking
they stash
And murdering like and
Cover ya
And that dirty shit

Chorus: Man

is for the gun slingers
noise
this is for the slingers
ringers
this is for the
and everyday
And all my hood hustlers who know we headin'

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Verse Sonsee

Its all about the $50,000
Dice games and ice
We out of the niggas price range
Rings and Remy with Henny
Chicks Fendi sucking disk in the Infinity
This nigga had mad
Fucking petro the nickel Blow
All you was the gun echo
On a dead nbight I get my head
red lights no headlights
Pumping in a black Benz
out Mac 10's
Its just the smell of fucking
Broke niggas with out
Took 2 and passed out
Woke him up with 21 of penicillin
him up
I guess thought it was
Yo chill kid lamp kid, chill kid you
Aye yo JB hit me one

Verse Four: Man

Its the Blaze be Johnny
Not many shots can do that ass
Lyric to the we rolling
Watch out for the niggas be holding
Raunchy up your colon
Of its Tical
Verbal
We can walk these dogs through all 5 of New York
talk
While other individuals
In my tryin' to hide thoughts
Spreading in my ears
Got me questioning my
That be show and prove they don't belong
I be the in Hells Kitchen
Pop in the and hit the DJ if the records skipping
My competition gotta keep me at arms
I know myself onion head niggas don't
I the what
Got no time for wiz bitchin'
I'm about to in 5 seconds
The clocks ticking consider this another
impossible as he gets
Uncut up your nostril
We
Come on take another if you
The why its so raw cause its real
I swear by the hairs on my Chin Chin
To the day I die I the Grimy niggas
The ones who afford Tommy Hillfigger
The and dirty Johnny fill Niggas

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