Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem Streets

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

We tie dynamite to the rhino type, you might find yo sight
Sell the for a dime a white, that China China
I'm behind the diner, selling to a minor minor
Elder fella, 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, climb vagina
Then I hime and grind her, her mom remind her

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

I'm a hit my man, tell 'em you my bigga
The rest, so yes, you'll be to hit the intercom
You know mom, she gave him wisdom charm
And they father come from a long list of
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 I hustle, and she said be careful

Why I like I'm loosin' weight?
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 army suit's cute wit my Airs
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

Everybody Cam got the recipe now
Not them three girls I got to be Destiny's
equities, wreckin' we smile
In the fear tech the tech and use the that we wile
The tech the deceptive, receptive affiles
Hectic, heckle a koch, helicopters on the set of my
Nah, I ain't gon' be imbedded in
Talking to a 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, well just clap up ya brains, snatch up ya
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 that
It wasn't rap, it was crack got the racks on the range
dog, don't 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 no punchlines
I be on the dirty, crunch time
No timeouts homeboy, just one
If they find that stashbox, one time
Shit, put the dogs in the trunk
Side of the road, holdin' you up, 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 mine, jump over the grapevine
my chances, one on one with the K9
Stealin' a clip, for anyone squealin' they
Fuck y'all if y'all ain't the dips

Why I like I'm loosin' weight?
Why I ain't got no If I'm movin' weight
My life's based upon, I'm a do this year
Cop a boat, hop a
Now the army suits wit my chocolate ears
You gotta stare, go cop a pair
Still the sweet in me, they can do to me
I made sure my mother and girl, is smothered in
a nigga under the world