Luyện nghe bài hát I Am The Streets

Fire!

[Verse 1 - Ross]
Riding in a cab but I'm dreaming of a
Cooking ounces at a time, pussy do the math
Ten ice chains, Prince like
The day I a stack in the trap, my life changed
Y'all swangers, we ride Daytons
It don't where you from, haters stay hating
Keep the windows tinted, artillery I'm in it
Whip it in the kitchen before Hillary a Clinton
Assholes by nature, flow was major
In the old school, or M codes and
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 in that thing, blades like Chris Creams
Rose on the wrist, when the ain't exist
Now my money enough to put the fours on a six

[Chorus -
From the of the sea to the stars in the sky
I'ma be a till I die
Sixty in the clip in enough pride
But all haters want to try
So shorty you smoking on?
what I'm choking on
I don't care if you me crazy
But street getting mullah baby

[Verse 2 - tha Truth]
I'm located in the gutter, fresh set of fours
haters out a foreign, chopper on the floor
Pillowcases full of money, ain't got no place to go
So I evacuate the safe, hit the hood and let it
You thinking I ain't the king of my section, you way off
My hustle make the killer amazing it's the playoffs
In the for real, these corners I never stay off
black Camaro, the Challenger till the day off
Picture
I remember of having visions of paid
Now I sit on suede or in something that's getting sprayed
I'm in field with the trap around the third eye
the National Hood Geographics, call it bird watching
I'm this 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 and put half the city on?

[Bridge -
My name Young Lloyd, yeah you know 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 y'all might call me
But street niggas getting baby

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