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 might find yo
Sell the for a dime a white, that China China
I'm behind the diner, selling marijuana to a minor
fella, lookin' for that shine, I'll shine ya
My mind designa, you a dime, I ya
Madonna momma, body bottle, your fine, I'm
Time to her, climb behind vagina
Then I and grind her, 'til her mom remind her

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

I'm a hit my man, 'em you my bigga pawn
The rest, so yes, be blessed to hit the intercom
You know kisses mom, she gave him charm
And they father come 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
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 weight
My life's based upon, what I'm a do 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 made sure my mother and girl, is smothered in
When a nigga the world

like Cam got the recipe now
Not them girls I got to be Destiny's Child
equities, wreckin' we smile
In the fear tech the and use the tech that we wile
The tech with the deceptive, receptive
Hectic, a koch, helicopters on the set of my sales
Nah, I ain't 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 of the hills, shit
You get a dumb hoe, and get dumb
Go to the gun show, get gun
Stuck, killed, mugged,
Tone flint sticks, bo, milk
Poochi, baba, butta got the hardest
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, tapped to my brain, affects that
It wasn't rap, it was crack that got the on the range
dog, don't be askin' for dames, see
Playboy, I don't own man
In any way homeboy, you a grown ass man,

And when I rap it ain't no
I be on the highway dirty, time
No timeouts homeboy, one time
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 that button, lunge it and push it
Soon as they it and push it, I run in the bushes

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

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