Luyện nghe bài hát I Am The Streets

Fire!

[Verse 1 - Ross]
Riding in a cab but I'm of a slab
Cooking ounces at a time, nigga do the math
Ten ice chains, like James
The day I made a stack in the trap, my changed
ride swangers, we ride Daytons
It don't where you from, haters stay hating
Keep the tinted, artillery when I'm in it
Whip it in the kitchen before Hillary became a
Assholes by nature, flow was major
In the old school, or M codes and
Started with a crumb, but it to a brick
They calling me a bum, my turn, I'm the shit
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 money long to put the fours on a six

[Chorus -
the depths of the sea to the stars in the sky
I'ma be a till I die
Sixty in the clip in case enough
But all them want to try
So shorty what you 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, fresh set of
Watching haters out a foreign, chopper on the
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 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
Satin black Camaro, the till the day off
that
I remember of having of getting paid
Now I sit on something suede or in that's getting sprayed
I'm in field with the trap around the third eye
the National Hood Geographics, call it bird watching
I'm this jungle rocking cinematic
Interstate, but the bread talking money so
Pussy mad because I'm getting my money on
Who else you know got out the hood and put half the on?

[Bridge -
My name Lloyd, yeah you know what I'm on
Many are laid in my Styrofoam
And I'm in the H-Town, so play around
Or my nigga Trae tha Truth to lay you down
Rick Ross be the boss in the and all
Got round the rocks, spring, winter, and fall
Some of y'all might call me
But street getting mullah baby

[Verse 3 - The
I'm a born asshole, is you? Yeah, why?
Because it's do or die when them in the air
I see clear as Belvedere, you haters know my year
Paid no to y'all, I'm still thinking about Shakur
Having thoughts in this Phantom, it's a bitch 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 Pequa, got more rocks than a Jay verse
I used to pounds, watch '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