Luyện nghe bài hát I Am The Streets

Fire!

[Verse 1 - Ross]
in a cab but I'm dreaming of a slab
Cooking ounces at a time, pussy do the math
Ten ice chains, Prince like
The day I made a stack in the trap, my changed
Y'all swangers, we ride Daytons
It don't matter where you from, 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 with a crumb, but turned it to a
were calling me a bum, my turn, I'm the shit
Razor flipped things, age of
Got a Chevy in that thing, like Chris Creams
Rose on the wrist, when the ain't exist
Now my money long to put the fours on a six

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

2 - Trae tha Truth]
I'm still located in the gutter, set of fours
Watching haters out a foreign, on the floor
full of money, still ain't got no place to go
So I evacuate the safe, hit the and let it blow
You thinking I the king of my section, nigga you way off
My hustle the killer amazing like it's the playoffs
In the for real, these corners I never stay off
Satin black Camaro, the till the day off
that
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 stones
Interstate, but the talking money so long
niggas mad because I'm getting my money on
Who else you got out the hood and put half the city on?

[Bridge -
My name Young Lloyd, yeah you what I'm on
Many girls are in my Styrofoam
And I'm in the H-Town, so play around
Or my Trae 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 y'all might me crazy
But niggas getting mullah baby

[Verse 3 - The
I'm a natural asshole, is you? Yeah, why?
Because it's do or die when them in the air
I see clear as Belvedere, you haters know this my
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 mats, that's beyond paper
Me and Trae flying through Houston like Von
You niggas ain't balling, you T-Mack, you hurt
I more Pequa, got more rocks than a Jay verse
I used to sell pounds, 'Mash', and weigh work
Got shot and woke up out a coma, been way worse
But now I'm for my niggas
Locked deep down in the prison hole, with no
I drop the top, I do it for you
So close your and let the sun shine through