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 like 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 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, body bottle, fine, I'm finer
Time to climb her, climb behind
Then I hime and grind her, her mom remind her

Diamonds blind her, visions gone, kiss her
Turn her on, lift her arm, notice that her is wrong
Gotta get it right ma, we gon' get
Said how trip, but yo the trick is wrong
First visit warn, day job tick a
Night time, the mom, Bootleg Chris and Don
Brother Chris and Don, and sister Calm
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 to hit the intercom
You know kisses mom, she gave him charm
And they father 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 give you an earful, tearful
my mother 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 upon, what I'm a do this year
Cop a boat, hop a
Now the army suit's wit my chocolate Airs
You gotta stare, go cop a pair
Still the in me, nothing they can do to me
I made my mother and girl, is smothered in pearls
When a nigga under the

Everybody Cam got the recipe now
Not them girls I got to be Destiny's Child
equities, wreckin' we smile
In the fear tech the tech and use the tech that we
The tech with the deceptive, affiles
Hectic, a koch, helicopters on the set of my sales
Nah, I gon' 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 hoe, and get dumb happy
Go to the gun show, get gun
Stuck, killed, mugged,
flint sticks, bo, Chubs milk
Poochi, baba, butta got the shells
We the gun cartel, nigga

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 of my frame, tapped to my brain, affects that remains
It wasn't rap, it was crack got the racks 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 ain't no
I be on the highway dirty, crunch
No timeouts homeboy, just one
If they find that stashbox, just one
Shit, put the dogs in the trunk
Side of the road, you up, cold as a fuck
They want that button, lunge it and 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 anyone they lips
Fuck if y'all ain't feelin' the dips

Why I like 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 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 the world