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 like Harlem man
Let me it down man

We tie dynamite to the rhino type, Whine you find yo sight
Sell the information for a dime a white, that China
I'm the diner, selling marijuana to a minor 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

Diamonds blind her, visions gone, kiss her
Turn her on, her arm, notice that her wrists is wrong
get it right ma, we gon' get along
Said how don't trip, but yo the is wrong
First visit warn, day job tick a
time, missed the mom, Bootleg 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, 'em you my bigga pawn
The rest, so yes, you'll be blessed to hit the
You know kisses mom, she him wisdom charm
And they father come a long list of dons
And I get it cheaper, I cop bricks like
And if the come, I just hit amnesia
But I give you an earful, tearful
Told my mother I hustle, and she said be

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 ain't 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
When a nigga the world

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

I broke bread with the wheel, fled from some
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, got the hardest shells
We the gun cartel, nigga

Yeah, well just 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, that remains
It rap, it was crack 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 highway dirty, time
No timeouts homeboy, just one
If they find that stashbox, just one
Shit, they'll put the dogs in the
Side of the road, holdin' you up, as a fuck
They want that button, lunge it and it
Soon as they lunge it and it, I run in the bushes

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

Why I feel like I'm loosin'
Why I got no money? If I'm movin' weight
My life's upon, what I'm a do this year
Cop a boat, hop a
Now the army suits cute wit my ears
You gotta stare, go cop a pair
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