Luyện nghe bài hát I Am The Streets

Fire!

[Verse 1 - Rick
in a cab but I'm dreaming of a slab
Cooking at a time, pussy nigga do the math
Ten ice chains, like James
The day I made a stack in the trap, my life
Y'all ride swangers, we ride
It don't where you from, haters stay hating
Keep the tinted, artillery when I'm in it
Whip it in the before Hillary became a Clinton
by nature, cash flow was major
In the old school, or M and fragers
Started a crumb, but turned it to a brick
They calling me a bum, my turn, I'm the shit
flipped things, age of fifteen
Got a Chevy in that thing, blades 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 till I die
Sixty in the clip in case pride
But all them want to try
So shorty you smoking on?
Marijuana's I'm choking on
I care if you call me crazy
But niggas getting mullah baby

[Verse 2 - Trae tha
I'm still in the gutter, fresh set of fours
Watching haters out a foreign, on the floor
Pillowcases full of money, still got no place to go
So I the safe, hit the hood and let it blow
You thinking I the king of my section, nigga you way off
My hustle make the killer amazing like it's the
In the hood for real, these I never stay off
black Camaro, the Challenger till the day off
Picture
I of having visions of getting paid
Now I sit on suede or in something that's getting sprayed
I'm in that field with the around the third eye
This the National Hood Geographics, call it bird
I'm this jungle rocking cinematic
Interstate, but the bread talking money so
Pussy niggas mad I'm getting my money on
Who else you know got out the hood and put the city on?

[Bridge -
My name Young Lloyd, yeah you know I'm on
Many girls are in my Styrofoam
And I'm in the H-Town, so don't 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 mullah baby

3 - The Game]
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 this my year
Paid no attention to y'all, I'm still thinking about
Having suicidal thoughts in this Phantom, it's a bitch it?
Paid a half a million for motherfucker, then paint it
Chinchilla mats, that's beyond paper
Me and Trae flying through Houston Von Wafer
You niggas balling, you T-Mack, you stay hurt
I order more Pequa, got rocks than a Jay verse
I used to sell pounds, '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 prison hole, no vision
I drop the top, I do it for you
So close eyes and let the sun shine through