Luyện nghe bài hát Live From The Streets

Ohhhhh senorita the evening sun go down
I come to serenade you another part, of town

get it on it's Angie Mar' reportin live from the streets
From Y.O. to Philly and to Q.B
When it drops it's over, you'll see
Introducing, Jadakiss and Styles P, you at?

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
You know we still in the hood dog, in of the store
With the work the street and the gun in the stall
Soon as somethin happen wanna run to the law
You know the code of the streets, run to the law
That's why I can't even run 'less I run a four
Or I with a three, come and talk to 'em P
You can catch me bottom with a bird and a glock
On the block makin money where they a lot
Or you can catch me up top shootin dice for a
I'm talkin six digits, niggaz bet the or the car
You can catch me hittin the spliff, in the pit
On the fiend I'm missin my shit, they think I'm crazy
Catch me hittin lady in my Mercedes
Bird on your baby, fuck you I'm keepin it
L.O.X. hold the
Like we for screws
With Angie Mar' muthafuckers out of they shoes, what?

Comin live from the streets where some died to eat
Y.O. to Philly, from Harlem to Q.B
And it drops, game over, you'll see
Introducin, Beanie Sigel, tell me how you

Aiyyo, been kickin murder since Adidas with thick strings
T.I. sweatsuits, Pumas with chains
finger rings, black belts with brass names
I was spittin since niggaz was pitchin change
I'm a hard knock kiddo, always played the
flacks in the crack game, getchu if I can getchu
Since a buck, played the highway, dodgin the boys
Jumpin in and out of Coupes, for Duke boys
Always chased a penny, copped waters
Tried to make a dollar chased my pop's boss
Tryin to make my name, global, in all corners
Philly baller, gamin in all four
Never worked, never will. All my hoes buy my
I go broke, never will. All my bros buy my O's
I'm the best thing that up with New York since Sprewell
I murder, nuttin further, in the details

I'm here, it's over, how y'all feel
When I drop, y'all gon' it's all real
Bein left for dead, up, smoke 'til I was dried up
So high up, like the sky ducked, high what?
Life was rough, but now it's nothin to
Used to click and be quick to put this gun to yo'
Be like, "That chain nice - I like pal
Matter fact I'd that now."
You've got game? Call the name, spell the name right
Brett, one of the best rappers ever to a mic
It's prophecized I'd write, spit scriptures mind
'Til my coffin top and heaven skies open
Fear no man's my slogan, I hope y'all
I'm just like you, fear human that bleeds
My breed two movies, six ab-lums, a hundred poems
RandB joints, I'm beyond the norm, y'all just mad
I'm glad, got my time to shine
Y'all the type to hit three hundred and run out of rhymes

Brett, from my family, with Angie
Come from the streets, from Harlem to Q.B
And when it drops, game over, see
Introducin, finally, the legendary G

It's B.G.S. kid so you facin? Caps racin
Decapitation twenty and lacerations
Guerilla fam' camouflaged out in the grass
To blass your nation slash like Jason and bash face in
We ass lacin top and half in the basement
Our style, cast you so bad you'll need plastic
When is raised in, fascination blastin and blazin
Evacuation for your whole there's gas in the tank and
Gets back abrasions cap grazin, defy gravitation
Pull my shit back squeeze it like masturbation
Hold fort, hold the blow torch, your soul scorched
With no remorse, the of New York, get your shit caught
When niggaz hawk, let the talk
So tell me the next man to flip?
I stop the beef shit, with handled grips
Your get lit, guerilla shit feed us banana clips
The hammers hit, in our range we dismantle it

Like to say thanks to my street correspondents, for on this
Comin live and direct with no
Sorry for hurtin y'all, the previous has been brought to you
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