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 like Harlem man
Let me break it 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, marijuana to a minor minor
Elder fella, for that shine, I'll shine ya
My mind designa, you a dime, I 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, gone, kiss 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
visit warn, day job tick a tron
Night time, missed the mom, Chris 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, 'em you my bigga pawn
The rest, so yes, you'll be blessed to hit the
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, it's
Told my mother I hustle, and she said be

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 ain't stare, go cop a pair
Still the in me, nothing they can do to me
I made sure my and girl, is smothered in pearls
a nigga under the world

Everybody Cam got the recipe now
Not them three girls I got to be Child
Specially equities, we smile
In the fear the tech and use the tech that we wile
The with 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 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,
Tone sticks, bo, Chubs milk
Poochi, baba, got the hardest shells
We the Midwest gun cartel,

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, 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 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 homeboy, just one time
If they find stashbox, just one time
Shit, they'll put the dogs in the
Side of the road, you up, cold as a fuck
They want that button, it and push it
Soon as they it and push 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 like I'm loosin' weight?
Why I ain't got no money? If I'm weight
My based upon, what I'm a do this year
Cop a boat, hop a
Now the army suits wit my chocolate ears
You ain't gotta stare, go cop a
Still the in me, nothing they can do to me
I made my mother and girl, is smothered in pearls
a nigga under the world