Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem Streets

Killa, killa, man
Aye yo, you I've been all over the motherfucking world man
But ain't no like Harlem man
Let me it down man

We tie dynamite to the type, Whine you might find yo sight
Sell the for a dime a white, that China China
I'm the diner, selling marijuana to a minor minor
Elder fella, for that shine, I'll shine ya
My mind designa, you a dime, I ya
Madonna momma, body bottle, your fine, I'm
Time to her, climb behind vagina
Then I hime and her, 'til her mom remind her

Diamonds her, visions gone, kiss her palm
Turn her on, lift her arm, that her wrists is wrong
Gotta get it right ma, we gon' get
Said how don't trip, but yo the trick is
First warn, day job tick a tron
Night time, missed the mom, Bootleg and Don
Brother Chris and Don, and they sister
They yay, you'll say yay, this shit's the bomb

I'm a hit my man, tell 'em you my pawn
The rest, so yes, you'll be to hit the intercom
You know kisses mom, she gave him wisdom
And they come from a long list of dons
And I get it cheaper, I cop like sneakers
And if the cops come, I hit amnesia
But I give you an earful, tearful
Told my mother I hustle, and she be careful

Why I feel like I'm weight?
Why I ain't got no money? If I'm movin'
My life's based upon, I'm a do this year
Cop a boat, hop a
Now the army cute wit my chocolate Airs
You gotta stare, go cop a pair
the sweet in me, nothing they can do to me
I made sure my and girl, is smothered in pearls
a nigga under the world

Everybody Cam got the recipe now
Not them three girls I got to be Child
Specially equities, wreckin' we
In the fear tech the tech and use the tech that we
The tech with the deceptive, affiles
Hectic, heckle a koch, helicopters on the set of my
Nah, I gon' be imbedded in jail
to a cellmate in a bed in a jail, dog

I bread with the wheel, fled from some seals
And the house, I was the of the hills, shit
You get a dumb hoe, and get dumb
Go to the gun show, get gun
Stuck, killed, mugged,
flint sticks, bo, Chubs milk
Poochi, baba, butta got the shells
We the Midwest gun cartel,

Yeah, just clap up ya brains, snatch up ya chains
See dog, rap is my aim
But I'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the
A test of my frame, to my brain, affects that remains
It wasn't rap, it was crack that got the racks on the
Look dog, be askin' for dames, see
Playboy, I don't own man
In any way homeboy, you a ass man, shit

And when I rap it ain't no
I be on the highway dirty, crunch
No timeouts homeboy, just one
If they that stashbox, just one time
Shit, they'll put the in the trunk
Side of the road, holdin' you up, as a fuck
They want button, lunge it and push it
Soon as lunge it and push it, I run in the bushes

That's how I play mine, over the grapevine
Take my chances, one on one the K9
Stealin' a clip, for anyone squealin' lips
Fuck y'all if y'all ain't the dips

Why I feel I'm loosin' weight?
Why I ain't got no If I'm movin' weight
My life's based upon, what I'm a do year
Cop a boat, hop a
Now the army suits cute wit my ears
You ain't stare, go cop a pair
Still the in me, nothing they can do to me
I made sure my mother and girl, is smothered in
When a under the world