Luyện nghe bài hát Live From The Streets

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

Let's get it on it's Angie Mar' reportin 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 know we still in the hood dog, in front of the
With the work the street and the gun in the stall
as somethin happen niggaz 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 a three, come and talk to 'em P
You can catch me bottom with a bird and a glock
On the block makin where they murder a lot
Or you can catch me up top shootin for a yard
I'm talkin six digits, niggaz bet the 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 lady in my Mercedes
Bird on 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 live from the streets some died tryin to eat
Y.O. to Philly, from Harlem to Q.B
And it drops, game over, you'll see
Introducin, Beanie Sigel, me how you livin?

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

I'm here, it's over, fuck how feel
When I drop, y'all realize it's all real
Bein for dead, tied up, smoke 'til I was dried up
So up, seem like the sky ducked, high 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 game? Call the name, spell the name right
Brett, one of the rappers ever to touch a mic
It's prophecized I'd write, spit scriptures blowin
'Til my coffin top and heaven skies open
Fear no man's my slogan, I y'all believe
I'm just like you, fear 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 three hundred and run out of rhymes

Brett, from my family, with Angie
Come live 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 Caps racin
Decapitation twenty buck-fifties and
Guerilla fam' out in the grass waitin
To your nation slash like Jason and bash your face in
We ass lacin top bodies and half in the
Our style, cast you so bad you'll need replacement
When gats is raised in, fascination and blazin
Evacuation for your whole staff gas in the tank and
Gets abrasions from cap grazin, defy gravitation
Pull my shit squeeze bust it like masturbation
Hold fort, hold the blow torch, leave your scorched
With no remorse, the of New York, get your shit caught
niggaz hawk, let the fifth talk
So tell me who's the man to flip?
I the beef shit, with rubber handled grips
Your candle get lit, guerilla shit feed us clips
The hammers hit, in our range we dismantle it

Like to say to my street correspondents, for gettin on this
Comin live and direct no nonsense
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