Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem Streets

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

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

Diamonds blind her, visions gone, her palm
Turn her on, lift her arm, notice 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 Chris and Don, and 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 wisdom
And they come from a long list of dons
And I get it cheaper, I cop like sneakers
And if the come, I just hit amnesia
But I you an earful, it's tearful
Told my I hustle, and she said be careful

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

Everybody like Cam got the now
Not them three I got to be Destiny's Child
Specially equities, wreckin' we
In the fear tech the tech and use the tech we wile
The with the deceptive, receptive affiles
Hectic, a koch, helicopters on the set of my sales
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 some seals
And the house, I was the head of the hills,
You get a dumb hoe, and get happy
Go to the gun show, get gun
Stuck, killed, mugged,
flint sticks, bo, Chubs milk
Poochi, baba, butta got the shells
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 of my frame, tapped to my brain, affects that remains
It wasn't rap, it was crack 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 when I rap it ain't no
I be on the highway dirty, crunch
No timeouts homeboy, one time
If they find that stashbox, one time
Shit, they'll put the dogs in the
of the road, holdin' you up, cold as a fuck
They want that button, it and push it
Soon as lunge it and push it, I run in the bushes

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

Why I feel like I'm weight?
Why I ain't got no 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 ears
You ain't gotta stare, go cop a
the sweet in me, nothing they can do to me
I made sure my mother and girl, is smothered in
When a nigga under the