Luyện nghe bài hát I Am The Streets

Fire!

[Verse 1 - Ross]
in a cab but I'm dreaming of a slab
Cooking ounces at a time, pussy nigga do the
Ten ice chains, Prince James
The day I made a stack in the trap, my changed
Y'all ride swangers, we Daytons
It don't where you from, haters stay hating
Keep the tinted, artillery when I'm in it
Whip it in the kitchen before Hillary a Clinton
Assholes by nature, cash flow was
In the old school, or M and fragers
Started with a crumb, but it to a brick
were calling me a bum, my turn, I'm the shit
Razor flipped things, age of
Got a Chevy in that thing, blades like Chris
Rose on the wrist, when the shows ain't
Now my money long to put the fours on a six

[Chorus -
From the depths of the sea to the in the sky
be a hustler till I die
Sixty in the clip in case enough
But all them haters to try
So what you smoking on?
Marijuana's what I'm on
I don't care if you call me
But street niggas getting baby

[Verse 2 - tha Truth]
I'm still located in the gutter, set of fours
haters out a foreign, chopper on the floor
Pillowcases of money, still ain't got no place to go
So I evacuate the safe, hit the and let it blow
You thinking I ain't the of my section, nigga you way off
My hustle the killer amazing like it's the playoffs
In the hood for real, these corners I stay off
Satin Camaro, the Challenger till the day off
that
I remember of having visions of getting
Now I sit on something suede or in that's getting sprayed
I'm in that with the trap around the third eye
This the National Geographics, call it bird watching
I'm jungle rocking cinematic stones
Interstate, but the talking money so long
Pussy niggas mad because I'm my money on
Who else you know got out the hood and put half the on?

[Bridge -
My Young Lloyd, yeah you know what I'm on
Many girls are laid in my
And I'm in the H-Town, so play around
Or my Trae tha Truth going to lay you down
Rick be the boss in the Phantom and all
Got the clock rocks, spring, winter, and fall
Some of might call me crazy
But street niggas getting mullah

[Verse 3 - The
I'm a born asshole, is you? Yeah, why?
it's do or die when them choppers in the air
I see clear as Belvedere, you haters know this my
Paid no to y'all, I'm still thinking about Shakur
Having suicidal thoughts in this Phantom, it's a bitch it?
Paid a half a million for motherfucker, then paint it
Chinchilla floor mats, beyond paper
Me and Trae flying through like Von Wafer
You niggas ain't balling, you T-Mack, you hurt
I order more Pequa, got more than a Jay verse
I to sell pounds, watch 'Mash', and weigh work
Got shot and up out a coma, could've been way worse
But now I'm living for my
Locked deep down in the prison hole, with no
I drop the top, I do it for you
So close your eyes and let the sun through