Luyện nghe bài hát Live From The Streets

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

Let's get it on Angie Mar' reportin live from the streets
Y.O. to Philly and Harlem 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 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 can't even run 'less I run with a
Or I walk with a three, and talk to 'em P
You can catch me down bottom with a and a glock
On the makin money where 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 hittin the spliff, in the pit
On the fiend like I'm missin my shit, think I'm crazy
Catch me hittin your lady in my
Bird on baby, fuck you I'm keepin it gravy
L.O.X. hold the
we waitin for screws
With Mar' blowin muthafuckers out of they shoes, what?

live 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 kickin murder since Adidas with strings
T.I. sweatsuits, Pumas with chains
Four rings, black belts with brass names
I was spittin since niggaz was pitchin change
I'm a hard knock kiddo, always played the
flacks in the crack game, getchu if I can getchu
Since a buck, played the highway, the troop boys
Jumpin in and out of Coupes, wavin for Duke
Always chased a penny, quarter waters
Tried to make a dollar chased my boss daughters
to make my name, global, in all four corners
Philly baller, gamin in all quarters
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 linked up with New since Sprewell
I murder, nuttin further, fill in the

I'm here, it's over, fuck how feel
When I drop, y'all gon' realize all real
Bein for dead, tied up, smoke 'til I was dried up
So high up, seem like the sky ducked, what?
was rough, but now it's nothin to hide
Used to click and be quick to put gun to yo' side
Be like, "That chain nice - I like pal
Matter fact I'd that now."
You've got game? Call the name, just spell the right
Brett, one of the best rappers to touch a mic
prophecized I'd write, spit scriptures mind blowin
'Til my coffin top and heaven skies open
Fear no man's my slogan, I hope y'all
I'm just like you, fear nuttin human that
My mind breed two movies, six ab-lums, a poems
RandB joints, I'm beyond the norm, y'all just mad
I'm just glad, got my 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, from 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 facin? racin
twenty buck-fifties and lacerations
Guerilla fam' camouflaged out in the waitin
To blass your nation slash like and bash your face in
We ass top bodies and half in the basement
Our style, you so bad you'll need plastic replacement
When gats is raised in, fascination blastin and
Evacuation for your whole staff there's gas in the and
Gets back abrasions from cap grazin, gravitation
my shit back squeeze bust it like masturbation
Hold fort, hold the blow torch, leave your 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 handled grips
Your candle get lit, guerilla feed us banana clips
The hammers hit, anything in our range we it

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