Luyện nghe bài hát I Am The Streets

Fire!

[Verse 1 - Rick
in a cab but I'm dreaming of a slab
Cooking ounces at a time, nigga 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 matter you from, haters stay hating
Keep the tinted, artillery when I'm in it
Whip it in the kitchen Hillary became a Clinton
Assholes by nature, cash was major
In the old school, or M codes and
with a crumb, but turned it to a brick
They were me a bum, my turn, I'm the shit
flipped things, age of fifteen
Got a Chevy in that thing, like Chris Creams
Rose on the wrist, when the ain't exist
Now my money long enough to put the on a six

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

[Verse 2 - tha Truth]
I'm located in the gutter, fresh set of fours
Watching haters out a foreign, chopper on the
Pillowcases full of money, still ain't got no to go
So I the safe, hit the hood and let it blow
You I ain't the king of my section, nigga you way off
My hustle make the killer amazing like the playoffs
In the hood for real, these I never 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 something that's getting
I'm in that field with the around the third eye
the National Hood Geographics, call it bird watching
I'm this jungle rocking cinematic
Interstate, but the bread talking money so
Pussy niggas mad because I'm my money on
Who else you know got out the hood and put half the on?

[Bridge -
My name Lloyd, yeah you know what I'm on
Many are laid in my Styrofoam
And I'm in the H-Town, so don't play
Or my nigga Trae tha going to lay you down
Ross be the boss in the Phantom and all
Got the clock rocks, spring, winter, and fall
of y'all might call me crazy
But street niggas getting baby

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