Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem Streets

Killa, killa, man
Aye yo, you know I've been all over the motherfucking man
But ain't no place Harlem man
Let me break it man

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

Diamonds blind her, visions gone, kiss her
Turn her on, her arm, notice that her wrists is wrong
Gotta get it right ma, we get along
Said how trip, but yo the trick is wrong
First visit warn, day job tick a
Night time, missed the mom, Bootleg and Don
Chris and Don, and they sister Calm
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
my mother I hustle, and she said be careful

Why I feel like I'm weight?
Why I ain't got no money? If I'm weight
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
Still the sweet in me, they can do to me
I sure my mother and girl, is smothered in pearls
When a under the world

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

I broke bread with the wheel, fled some 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, 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 that got the racks 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 dirty, crunch time
No timeouts homeboy, one time
If they find that stashbox, one time
Shit, put the dogs in the trunk
Side of the road, you up, cold as a fuck
They want that button, it and push it
as they 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
a clip, for anyone squealin' they lips
Fuck y'all if y'all ain't feelin' the

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