Luyện nghe bài hát I Am The Streets

Fire!

[Verse 1 - Rick
Riding in a cab but I'm of a slab
Cooking at a time, pussy 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 matter where you from, haters stay hating
Keep the tinted, artillery when I'm in it
Whip it in the before Hillary became a Clinton
Assholes by nature, cash flow was
In the old school, or M and fragers
Started a crumb, but turned it to a brick
They were calling me a bum, my turn, I'm the
Razor flipped things, age of
Got a Chevy in thing, blades like Chris Creams
on the wrist, when the shows ain't exist
Now my long enough to put the fours on a six

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

[Verse 2 - tha Truth]
I'm still 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 and let it blow
You thinking I ain't the of my section, nigga 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 of having visions of getting paid
Now I sit on something suede or in something that's sprayed
I'm in that field with the trap around the eye
This the National Hood Geographics, call it watching
I'm jungle 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 hood and put half the on?

[Bridge -
My name Young Lloyd, you know what I'm on
girls are laid in my Styrofoam
And I'm in the H-Town, so don't around
Or my nigga 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 getting mullah baby

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