Luyện nghe bài hát I Am The Streets

Fire!

[Verse 1 - Ross]
Riding in a cab but I'm dreaming of a
ounces at a time, pussy nigga do the math
Ten ice chains, Prince James
The day I made a stack in the trap, my changed
ride swangers, we ride Daytons
It matter where you from, haters stay hating
the windows 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 Chris Creams
on the wrist, when the shows 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
in the clip in case enough pride
But all haters want to try
So shorty you smoking on?
what I'm choking on
I care if you call me crazy
But street niggas mullah baby

[Verse 2 - tha Truth]
I'm still located in the gutter, set of fours
Watching out a foreign, chopper on the floor
Pillowcases full of money, still ain't got no 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 make the killer amazing like the playoffs
In the hood for real, corners I never stay off
black Camaro, the Challenger till the day off
Picture
I of having visions of getting paid
Now I sit on something or in something 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 this rocking cinematic stones
Interstate, but the bread talking so long
Pussy niggas mad because I'm getting my on
Who else you know got out the and put half the city on?

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

[Verse 3 - The
I'm a natural born asshole, is Yeah, why?
Because it's do or die when them 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 Phantom, it's a bitch ain't it?
Paid a half a for this motherfucker, then paint it
Chinchilla floor mats, that's paper
Me and Trae flying through Houston like Von
You niggas ain't balling, you T-Mack, you hurt
I order more Pequa, got more rocks a Jay verse
I used to pounds, watch 'Mash', and weigh work
Got shot and woke up out a coma, could've way worse
But now I'm living for my
Locked deep down in the hole, with no vision
I drop the top, I do it for you
So close your eyes and let the sun shine