Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem Streets

Killa, killa, man
Aye yo, you know I've been all the motherfucking world man
But no place like Harlem man
Let me it down man

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

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

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 they father come from a list of dons
And I get it cheaper, I cop bricks like
And if the cops come, I just hit
But I you an earful, it's tearful
Told my mother I hustle, and she said be

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

like Cam got the recipe now
Not three girls I got to be Destiny's Child
Specially equities, we smile
In the fear tech the tech and use the tech that we
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 seals
And the house, I was the head of the hills,
You get a hoe, and get dumb happy
Go to the gun show, get gun
Stuck, killed, mugged,
Tone flint sticks, bo, milk
Poochi, baba, butta got the shells
We the Midwest gun cartel,

Yeah, well just clap up ya brains, snatch up ya
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 on the range
Look dog, be askin' for dames, see
Playboy, I own that man
In any way homeboy, you a grown ass man,

And when I rap it no punchlines
I be on the highway dirty, time
No timeouts homeboy, one time
If find that stashbox, just one time
Shit, they'll put the dogs in the
Side of the road, holdin' you up, cold as a
They want button, lunge it and push it
Soon as they lunge it and it, I run in the bushes

how I play mine, jump over the grapevine
Take my chances, one on one the K9
Stealin' a clip, for squealin' they lips
Fuck y'all if y'all feelin' the dips

Why I feel I'm loosin' weight?
Why I got no money? 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 wit my chocolate ears
You ain't stare, go cop a pair
the sweet in me, nothing they can do to me
I made sure my mother and girl, is in pearls
When a nigga the world