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 reportin live from the streets
Y.O. to Philly and Harlem to Q.B
When it it's game over, you'll see
Introducing, and Styles P, where you at?

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
You know we still in the hood dog, in front of the
With the work across the and the gun in the stall
Soon as somethin happen niggaz run to the law
You know the of the streets, never run to the law
That's why I can't even run 'less I run a four
Or I walk with a three, and talk to 'em P
You can catch me down bottom a bird and a glock
On the block makin money where murder a lot
Or you can me up top shootin dice 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 like I'm missin my shit, they think I'm
Catch me hittin your in my Mercedes
on your baby, fuck you I'm keepin it gravy
L.O.X. hold the
Like we waitin for
With Angie Mar' blowin muthafuckers out of shoes, what?

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

Aiyyo, I've been murder since Adidas with thick strings
T.I. sweatsuits, with thick chains
Four rings, black belts with brass names
I was spittin flames since niggaz was change
I'm a hard knock kiddo, always the middle
Threw in the crack game, getchu if I can getchu
a buck, played the highway, dodgin the troop boys
Jumpin in and out of Coupes, wavin for boys
Always a penny, copped quarter waters
Tried to make a chased my pop's boss daughters
Tryin to my name, global, in all four corners
Philly baller, gamin in all four
Never worked, will. All my hoes buy my clothes
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' realize all real
Bein left for dead, tied up, 'til I was dried up
So high up, seem the sky ducked, high what?
Life was rough, but now nothin to hide
Used to and be quick to put this gun to yo' side
Be like, "That chain - I like that pal
fact I'd like that now."
You've got game? Call the name, just spell the right
Brett, one of the best rappers to touch a mic
It's prophecized I'd write, spit scriptures mind
'Til my coffin top and heaven skies open
Fear no my slogan, I hope y'all believe
I'm just like you, fear nuttin that bleeds
My mind breed two movies, six ab-lums, a hundred
Thirty RandB joints, I'm beyond the norm, just mad
I'm glad, got my time to shine
Y'all the type to hit hundred bars and run out of rhymes

Brett, from my family, with Angie
Come live 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 your face in
We ass lacin top and half in the basement
Our style, cast you so bad you'll need replacement
gats is raised in, fascination blastin and blazin
Evacuation for whole staff there's gas in the tank and
Gets back abrasions from cap grazin, gravitation
Pull my shit back bust it like masturbation
Hold fort, the blow torch, leave your soul scorched
no remorse, the state of New York, get your shit caught
When hawk, let the fifth talk
So tell me who's the next man to
I stop the beef shit, with rubber handled
Your get lit, guerilla shit feed us banana clips
The hammers hit, in our range we dismantle it

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