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
Sell the information for a a white, that China China
I'm behind the diner, selling marijuana to a minor
fella, lookin' for that shine, I'll shine ya
My mind designa, you a dime, I ya
momma, body bottle, your fine, I'm finer
Time to climb her, climb vagina
I hime and grind her, 'til her mom remind her

Diamonds blind her, visions gone, kiss her
Turn her on, lift her arm, notice that her wrists is
Gotta get it right ma, we get along
Said how trip, but yo the trick 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 yay, you'll say yay, this 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 kisses mom, she gave him wisdom charm
And they father come from a long 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, it's
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 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 Airs
You ain't gotta stare, go cop a
Still the in me, nothing they can do to me
I made my mother and girl, is smothered in pearls
When a under the world

Everybody like Cam got the now
Not them girls I got to be Destiny's Child
Specially equities, wreckin' we
In the fear the tech and use the tech that we wile
The tech with the deceptive, 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 with the wheel, fled from some seals
And the house, I was the head of the hills,
You get a dumb hoe, and get dumb
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, is the game
A test of my frame, tapped to my brain, affects that
It wasn't rap, it was that got the racks on the range
Look dog, don't be 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 homeboy, just one time
If they find stashbox, just one time
Shit, put the dogs in the trunk
of the road, holdin' you up, cold as a fuck
They that button, lunge it and push it
Soon as they lunge it and push it, I run in the

That's how I play mine, jump the grapevine
my chances, one on one with the K9
Stealin' a clip, for anyone they lips
Fuck y'all if 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 suits cute wit my chocolate
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 in pearls
When a nigga the world