Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem Streets

Killa, killa, man
Aye yo, you know I've all over the motherfucking world man
But no place 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 behind the diner, marijuana to a minor minor
fella, lookin' for that shine, I'll shine ya
My designa, you a dime, I dine ya
momma, body bottle, your fine, I'm finer
Time to climb her, behind vagina
Then I hime and her, 'til her mom remind her

Diamonds blind her, gone, kiss her palm
Turn her on, her arm, notice that her wrists is wrong
get it right ma, we gon' get along
Said how trip, but yo the trick is wrong
First visit warn, day job a tron
Night time, missed the mom, Bootleg and Don
Chris and Don, and they sister Calm
They sell yay, you'll say yay, this shit's the

I'm a hit my man, tell 'em you my bigga
The rest, so yes, be blessed to hit the intercom
You know mom, she gave him wisdom charm
And father come from a long list of dons
And I get it cheaper, I cop bricks sneakers
And if the come, I just hit amnesia
But I you an earful, it's tearful
my mother I hustle, and she said be careful

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

like Cam got the recipe now
Not them three I got to be Destiny's Child
Specially equities, we smile
In the fear tech the and use the tech that we wile
The with the deceptive, receptive affiles
Hectic, heckle a koch, helicopters on the set of my
Nah, I ain't be imbedded in jail
to a cellmate in a bed in a jail, dog

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

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

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

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

Why I feel like I'm weight?
Why I got no money? If I'm movin' weight
My based upon, what I'm a do this year
Cop a boat, hop a
Now the army suits cute wit my chocolate
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
When a nigga under the