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 it down man

We tie to the rhino type, Whine you might find yo sight
the information for a dime a white, that China China
I'm behind the diner, marijuana to a minor 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 climb her, climb behind
Then I and grind her, 'til her mom remind her

blind her, visions gone, kiss her palm
Turn her on, lift her arm, that her wrists is wrong
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
Brother Chris and Don, and sister Calm
They yay, you'll 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 wisdom
And they father come from a long of dons
And I get it cheaper, I cop bricks sneakers
And if the cops come, I just hit
But I you an earful, it's tearful
my mother I hustle, and she said be careful

Why I feel like I'm loosin'
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 suit's cute 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
When a nigga under the

Everybody Cam got the recipe now
Not three 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 with the deceptive, receptive affiles
Hectic, heckle a koch, helicopters on the set of my
Nah, I ain't gon' be in jail
to a cellmate in a bed in a jail, dog

I broke bread with the wheel, fled from seals
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 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, trapped is the
A test of my frame, tapped to my brain, affects remains
It wasn't rap, it was 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 ass man, shit

And I rap it ain't no punchlines
I be on the highway dirty, time
No timeouts homeboy, just one
If they find stashbox, just one time
Shit, they'll put the dogs in the
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

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

Why I feel like I'm 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 ears
You ain't gotta stare, go cop a
Still the sweet in me, they can do to me
I made sure my and girl, is smothered in pearls
a nigga under the world