Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem Streets

Killa, killa, man
Aye yo, you know I've 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 find yo sight
the information 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 mind designa, you a dime, I ya
Madonna momma, body bottle, fine, I'm finer
Time to climb her, climb behind
Then I hime and her, 'til her mom remind her

Diamonds blind her, gone, kiss her palm
Turn her on, lift her arm, notice that her 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 tick a
time, missed the mom, Bootleg Chris 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, you'll be to hit the intercom
You know mom, she gave him wisdom charm
And they father come from a list of dons
And I get it cheaper, I cop bricks sneakers
And if the cops come, I just hit
But I give you an earful, it's
my mother I hustle, and she said be careful

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 this
Cop a boat, hop a
Now the army suit's cute wit my Airs
You ain't gotta stare, go cop a
the sweet in me, nothing they can do to me
I made my mother and girl, is smothered in pearls
When a nigga under the

like Cam got the recipe now
Not them girls I got to be Destiny's Child
Specially equities, wreckin' we
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
Talking to a in a bed in a jail, dog

I broke bread the wheel, fled from some seals
And the house, I was the of the hills, shit
You get a hoe, and get dumb happy
Go to the gun show, get gun
Stuck, killed, mugged,
flint sticks, bo, Chubs milk
Poochi, baba, butta got the hardest
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, tapped to my brain, that remains
It wasn't rap, it was crack that got the racks on the
Look dog, be askin' for dames, see
Playboy, I own that man
In any way homeboy, you a grown ass man,

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

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

Why I feel like I'm weight?
Why I got no money? If I'm movin' weight
My life's based upon, I'm a do this year
Cop a boat, hop a
Now the army cute wit my chocolate ears
You gotta stare, go cop a pair
Still the sweet in me, nothing can do to me
I made sure my mother and girl, is in pearls
a nigga under the world