Luyện nghe bài hát I Am The Streets

Fire!

[Verse 1 - Rick
Riding in a cab but I'm dreaming of a
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 Hillary became a Clinton
Assholes by nature, cash flow was
In the old school, or M codes and
Started with a crumb, but it to a brick
They were calling me a bum, my turn, I'm the
Razor flipped things, age of
Got a in that 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 till I die
Sixty in the in case enough pride
But all haters want to try
So shorty you smoking on?
what I'm choking on
I don't if you call me crazy
But street niggas mullah baby

[Verse 2 - tha Truth]
I'm located in the gutter, fresh set of fours
haters out a foreign, chopper on the floor
Pillowcases full of money, still ain't got no 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 like it's the
In the hood for real, these corners I stay off
Satin Camaro, the Challenger till the day off
Picture
I remember of having of getting paid
Now I sit on something suede or in something getting sprayed
I'm in that field with the trap around the eye
the National Hood Geographics, call it bird watching
I'm this jungle rocking stones
Interstate, but the bread talking so long
Pussy niggas mad because I'm getting my on
Who else you got out the hood and put half the city on?

[Bridge -
My name Young Lloyd, you know what I'm on
Many girls are laid in my
And I'm in the H-Town, so play around
Or my nigga Trae tha going to lay you down
Rick Ross be the in the Phantom and all
Got round the clock rocks, spring, winter, and
Some of might call me crazy
But niggas getting mullah baby

3 - The Game]
I'm a born asshole, is you? Yeah, why?
Because it's do or die them choppers in the air
I see as Belvedere, you haters know this 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?
Paid a half a million for this motherfucker, then it
Chinchilla floor mats, beyond paper
Me and flying through Houston 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, watch 'Mash', and weigh
Got and woke up out a coma, could've been way worse
But now I'm living for my
Locked deep down in the prison hole, with no
I drop the top, I do it for you
So close your eyes and let the sun through