Luyện nghe bài hát Live From The Streets

Ohhhhh when the evening sun go down
I come to serenade you from another part, of

Let's get it on Angie Mar' reportin live from the streets
Y.O. to Philly 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 happen niggaz wanna run to the law
You know the code of the streets, run to the law
That's why I can't even run I run with a four
Or I walk a three, come and talk to 'em P
You can catch me down bottom with a bird and a
On the makin money 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 the spliff, sick in the pit
On the fiend like I'm my shit, they think I'm crazy
me hittin your lady in my Mercedes
Bird on your baby, fuck you I'm it gravy
L.O.X. hold the
Like we for screws
With Angie Mar' muthafuckers out of they shoes, what?

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

Aiyyo, been kickin murder since Adidas with thick strings
T.I. sweatsuits, with thick chains
Four finger rings, black belts with names
I was spittin flames since was pitchin change
I'm a hard knock kiddo, always played the
Threw in the crack game, getchu if I can getchu
Since a buck, the highway, dodgin the troop boys
Jumpin in and out of Coupes, for Duke boys
Always chased a penny, copped quarter
Tried to make a dollar chased my boss daughters
Tryin to 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, will. All my bros buy my O's
I'm the best thing that linked up New York since Sprewell
I murder, further, fill in the details

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

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

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

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