Luyện nghe bài hát Live From The Streets

Ohhhhh senorita when the evening sun go
I come to you from another part, of town

Let's get it on it's Angie Mar' reportin live the streets
From Y.O. to Philly and to Q.B
When it drops game 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 front of the
With the work across the street and the gun in the
Soon as somethin happen wanna run to the law
You the code of the streets, never run to the law
That's why I can't run 'less I run with a four
Or I walk with a three, and talk to 'em P
You can catch me down bottom with a and a glock
On the block makin where they murder a lot
Or you can catch me up top dice for a yard
I'm six digits, niggaz bet the house or the car
You can catch me hittin the spliff, in the pit
On the fiend like I'm missin my shit, they think I'm
me hittin your lady in my Mercedes
Bird on baby, fuck you I'm keepin it gravy
L.O.X. hold the
we waitin for screws
With Angie Mar' blowin out of they shoes, what?

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

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

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

Brett, from my ByStorm family, with
Come live the streets, from Harlem to Q.B
And when it drops, over, you'll see
Introducin, finally, the Kool G

It's B.G.S. kid so what you Caps racin
Decapitation buck-fifties 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, you so bad you'll need plastic replacement
When is raised in, fascination blastin and blazin
Evacuation for your whole there's gas in the tank and
Gets abrasions from cap grazin, defy gravitation
my shit back squeeze bust it like masturbation
Hold fort, hold the blow torch, leave soul scorched
With no remorse, the state of New York, get your shit
niggaz hawk, let the fifth talk
So tell me who's the next man to
I stop the beef shit, rubber handled grips
Your candle get lit, guerilla shit us banana clips
The hammers hit, anything in our we dismantle it

Like to say thanks to my street correspondents, for gettin on
Comin live and direct with no
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