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 nigga do the
Ten ice chains, Prince James
The day I made a stack in the trap, my life
ride swangers, we ride Daytons
It matter where you from, haters stay hating
Keep the windows tinted, artillery I'm in it
Whip it in the kitchen before Hillary became a
Assholes by nature, cash flow was
In the old school, or M and fragers
with a crumb, but turned it to a brick
They calling me a bum, my turn, I'm the shit
Razor things, age of fifteen
Got a Chevy in that thing, blades like Creams
Rose on the wrist, the shows ain't exist
Now my long enough 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 want to try
So what you smoking on?
what I'm choking on
I don't care if you call me
But niggas getting mullah baby

[Verse 2 - Trae tha
I'm located in the gutter, fresh set of fours
Watching haters out a foreign, 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
Picture
I of having visions of getting paid
Now I sit on something suede or in something that's getting
I'm in that field with the trap around the eye
This the National Hood Geographics, call it watching
I'm this jungle cinematic stones
Interstate, but the talking money so long
Pussy niggas mad because I'm my money on
Who else you know got out the hood and put half the on?

[Bridge -
My name Young Lloyd, yeah you know I'm on
Many girls are in my Styrofoam
And I'm in the H-Town, so don't around
Or my nigga Trae tha Truth going to lay you
Ross be the boss in the Phantom and all
Got round the clock rocks, spring, winter, and
Some of y'all might me crazy
But street niggas getting baby

[Verse 3 - The
I'm a natural asshole, is you? Yeah, why?
it's do or die when them choppers 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 Phantom, it's a bitch ain't it?
Paid a a million for this motherfucker, then paint it
Chinchilla floor mats, that's beyond
Me and Trae through Houston like Von Wafer
You niggas ain't balling, you T-Mack, you hurt
I order more Pequa, got more rocks than a Jay
I used to sell pounds, watch 'Mash', and work
Got shot and 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 shine