Luyện nghe bài hát Live From The Streets

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

Let's get it on it's Angie Mar' reportin live from the
From Y.O. to and Harlem 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 we still in the hood dog, in front of the store
With the across 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 even run 'less I run with a four
Or I walk with a three, come and to 'em P
You can catch me bottom with a bird and a glock
On the block makin money they murder a lot
Or you can catch me up top shootin for a yard
I'm six digits, niggaz bet the house or the car
You can catch me the spliff, sick in the pit
On the fiend I'm missin my shit, they think I'm crazy
Catch me your lady in my Mercedes
Bird on your baby, fuck you I'm keepin it
L.O.X. the hammers
Like we for screws
With Angie blowin muthafuckers out of they shoes, what?

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

Aiyyo, I've been kickin murder since Adidas with thick
T.I. sweatsuits, Pumas with chains
Four finger rings, black with brass names
I was spittin flames niggaz was pitchin change
I'm a hard kiddo, always played the middle
Threw flacks in the crack game, getchu if I can
a buck, played the highway, dodgin the troop boys
Jumpin in and out of Coupes, wavin for boys
chased a penny, copped quarter waters
Tried to make a chased my pop's boss daughters
to make my name, global, in all four corners
Philly baller, in all four quarters
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 up with New York since Sprewell
I murder, nuttin further, in the details

I'm here, over, fuck how y'all feel
When I drop, y'all gon' it's all real
Bein left for dead, tied up, smoke 'til I was up
So high up, seem like the sky ducked, what?
Life was rough, but now it's nothin to
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 game? the name, just spell the name right
Brett, one of the best rappers to touch a mic
It's prophecized I'd write, spit mind blowin
my coffin top close and heaven skies open
Fear no man's my slogan, I hope y'all
I'm just like you, fear nuttin human bleeds
My breed two movies, six ab-lums, a hundred poems
Thirty RandB joints, I'm beyond the norm, just mad
I'm just glad, got my time to
Y'all the type to hit three hundred and run out of rhymes

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

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

Like to say thanks to my correspondents, for gettin on this
Comin live and direct with no
Sorry folks for hurtin y'all, the previous has brought to you
By "Up and Personal"