Luyện nghe bài hát I Am The Streets

Fire!

[Verse 1 - Rick
Riding in a cab but I'm of a slab
Cooking ounces at a time, pussy nigga do the
Ten ice chains, Prince like
The day I made a in the trap, my life changed
ride swangers, we ride Daytons
It don't matter where you from, stay hating
the windows tinted, artillery when I'm in it
Whip it in the kitchen Hillary became a Clinton
Assholes by nature, cash was major
In the old school, or M codes and
Started a crumb, but turned it to a brick
They were calling me a bum, my turn, I'm the
Razor things, age of fifteen
Got a Chevy in that thing, like Chris Creams
Rose on the wrist, when the shows ain't
Now my money long to put the fours on a six

[Chorus -
From the depths of the sea to the in the sky
I'ma be a hustler I die
in the clip in case enough pride
But all them haters to try
So shorty what you on?
Marijuana's what I'm on
I don't care if you call me
But street niggas mullah baby

[Verse 2 - Trae tha
I'm still in the gutter, fresh set of fours
haters out a foreign, chopper on the floor
Pillowcases 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 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 visions of paid
Now I sit on something suede or in something that's getting
I'm in that field 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 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
girls are laid in my Styrofoam
And I'm in the H-Town, so don't play
Or my nigga tha Truth going to lay you down
Rick Ross be the boss in the and all
Got the clock rocks, spring, winter, and fall
Some of might call me crazy
But street getting mullah baby

[Verse 3 - The
I'm a natural born asshole, is you? Yeah,
Because it's do or die when them in the air
I see as Belvedere, you haters know this my year
Paid no attention to y'all, I'm still thinking Shakur
Having suicidal thoughts in this Phantom, it's a ain't it?
Paid a half a million for motherfucker, then paint it
floor mats, that's beyond paper
Me and Trae flying through like Von Wafer
You ain't balling, you T-Mack, you stay hurt
I more Pequa, got more rocks than a Jay verse
I used to sell pounds, watch 'Mash', and work
Got shot and woke up out a coma, could've been way
But now I'm living for my
Locked deep down in the hole, with no vision
When I the top, I do it for you
So close your eyes and let the sun through