Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem Streets

Killa, killa, man
Aye yo, you know I've been all over the motherfucking man
But no place like Harlem man
Let me break it man

We tie dynamite to the rhino type, you might find yo sight
Sell the information for a dime a white, that China
I'm behind the diner, selling to a minor minor
Elder fella, lookin' for that shine, shine ya
My designa, you a dime, I dine ya
Madonna momma, bottle, your fine, I'm finer
to climb her, climb behind vagina
Then I hime and her, 'til her mom remind her

blind her, visions gone, kiss her palm
Turn her on, lift her arm, notice that her is wrong
Gotta get it right ma, we get along
Said how don't trip, but yo the is wrong
First warn, day job tick a tron
Night time, missed the mom, Chris and Don
Brother Chris and Don, and they sister
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, you'll be blessed to hit the
You know kisses mom, she gave him charm
And father come from 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 be careful

Why I feel 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 cute wit my chocolate Airs
You ain't stare, go cop a pair
the sweet in me, nothing they can do to me
I made sure my mother and girl, is smothered in
a nigga under the world

Everybody like Cam got the now
Not them girls I got to be Destiny's Child
Specially equities, we smile
In the fear tech the tech and use the tech that we
The tech with the deceptive, receptive
Hectic, a koch, helicopters on the set of my sales
Nah, I ain't gon' be imbedded in
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 happy
Go to the gun show, get gun
Stuck, killed, mugged,
Tone flint sticks, bo, Chubs
Poochi, baba, butta got the shells
We the Midwest gun cartel,

Yeah, just clap 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 remains
It wasn't rap, it was crack that got the racks on the
Look dog, don't be 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 homeboy, just one time
If they find stashbox, just one time
Shit, they'll put the in the trunk
of the road, holdin' you up, cold as a fuck
They want button, lunge it and push it
Soon as they lunge it and 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 squealin' they lips
Fuck y'all if y'all ain't feelin' the

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