Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem Streets

Killa, killa, man
Aye yo, you I've been all over the motherfucking world man
But ain't no place like man
Let me break it man

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

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

I'm a hit my man, tell 'em you my pawn
The rest, so yes, be blessed to hit the intercom
You know kisses mom, she gave him charm
And they come 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, tearful
Told my mother I hustle, and she be careful

Why I feel like I'm loosin'
Why I got no money? If I'm movin' weight
My based 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 gotta stare, go cop a
the sweet in me, nothing they can do to me
I made sure my and girl, is smothered in pearls
When a nigga the world

Everybody Cam got the recipe now
Not three girls I got to be Destiny's Child
Specially equities, we smile
In the fear tech the tech and use the tech we wile
The tech the deceptive, receptive affiles
Hectic, heckle a koch, helicopters on the set of my
Nah, I gon' be imbedded in jail
to a cellmate in a bed in a jail, dog

I broke bread 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 flint sticks, bo, milk
Poochi, baba, butta got the shells
We the Midwest gun cartel,

Yeah, well just clap up ya brains, 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 racks on the
Look dog, don't be for dames, see
Playboy, I own that man
In any way homeboy, you a ass man, shit

And when I rap it ain't no
I be on the highway dirty, crunch
No homeboy, just one time
If they that stashbox, just one time
Shit, they'll put the dogs in the
Side of the road, holdin' you up, cold as a
They want button, lunge it and push it
as they lunge it and push it, I run in the bushes

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

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