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 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, marijuana to a minor minor
Elder fella, lookin' for that shine, I'll 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 grind her, her mom remind her

Diamonds blind her, gone, kiss her palm
her on, lift her arm, notice that her wrists is wrong
Gotta get it right ma, we gon' get
Said how don't trip, but yo the is wrong
First visit warn, day job a tron
Night time, the mom, Bootleg Chris and Don
Brother Chris and Don, and sister Calm
They sell yay, you'll say yay, this the bomb

I'm a hit my man, tell 'em you my bigga
The rest, so yes, you'll be to hit the intercom
You know kisses mom, she gave him charm
And they father come from a 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 like I'm loosin'
Why I ain't got no money? If I'm weight
My life's based upon, what I'm a do this
Cop a boat, hop a
Now the suit's cute wit my chocolate Airs
You gotta 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 like Cam got the now
Not them three 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, receptive
Hectic, heckle a koch, helicopters on the set of my
Nah, I ain't gon' be in jail
Talking to a in a bed in a jail, dog

I broke with the wheel, fled from some seals
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,
Tone sticks, bo, Chubs milk
Poochi, baba, butta got the shells
We the gun cartel, nigga

Yeah, well just clap up ya brains, 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, to my brain, affects that remains
It wasn't rap, it was crack that got the racks on the
dog, don't be askin' 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 highway dirty, time
No timeouts homeboy, one time
If they that stashbox, just one time
Shit, they'll put the dogs in the
Side of the road, holdin' you up, 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 squealin' lips
y'all 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 upon, what I'm a do this year
Cop a boat, hop a
Now the suits cute wit my chocolate ears
You gotta stare, go cop a pair
the sweet in me, nothing they can do to me
I sure my mother and girl, is smothered in pearls
a nigga under the world