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 changed
Y'all ride swangers, we ride
It don't matter where you from, stay hating
Keep the windows tinted, when I'm in it
Whip it in the kitchen before Hillary a Clinton
Assholes by nature, cash 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 like Chris
on the wrist, when the shows ain't exist
Now my money 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 pride
But all haters want to try
So shorty you smoking on?
Marijuana's what I'm on
I don't if you call me crazy
But street niggas mullah baby

2 - Trae tha Truth]
I'm still located in the gutter, fresh set of
Watching out a foreign, chopper on the floor
full of money, still 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 hood for real, these corners I stay off
black Camaro, the Challenger till the day off
Picture
I remember of having 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 Hood Geographics, call it bird watching
I'm this rocking cinematic stones
Interstate, but the bread talking money so
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 in my Styrofoam
And I'm in the H-Town, so don't play
Or my nigga Trae tha Truth going to lay you
Rick Ross be the in the Phantom and all
Got round the rocks, spring, winter, and fall
Some of might call me crazy
But street niggas mullah baby

[Verse 3 - The
I'm a natural asshole, is you? Yeah, why?
Because do or die when them choppers in the air
I see clear as Belvedere, you know this my year
Paid no attention to y'all, I'm still thinking about
Having suicidal thoughts in Phantom, it's a bitch ain't it?
a half a million for this motherfucker, then paint it
Chinchilla floor mats, that's beyond
Me and Trae flying through like Von Wafer
You niggas ain't balling, you T-Mack, you stay
I order more Pequa, got more rocks than a Jay
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 for my niggas
Locked deep down in the prison hole, no vision
When I the top, I do it for you
So close your eyes and let the sun through