Luyện nghe bài hát Live From The Streets

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

Let's get it on it's Mar' reportin live from the streets
From Y.O. to Philly and to Q.B
it drops 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 dog, in front of the store
With the work across the 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 even run 'less I run with a four
Or I with a three, come and talk to 'em P
You can catch me down with a bird and a glock
On the block makin money where they a lot
Or you can me up top shootin dice for a yard
I'm talkin six digits, bet the house or the car
You can catch me hittin the spliff, in the pit
On the fiend I'm missin my shit, they think I'm crazy
Catch me your lady in my Mercedes
on your baby, fuck you I'm keepin it gravy
L.O.X. hold the
Like we for screws
With Angie Mar' blowin muthafuckers out of shoes, what?

Comin live from the where some died tryin to eat
Y.O. to Philly, from Harlem to Q.B
And when it drops, 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 thick
Four finger rings, black belts brass names
I was spittin flames since niggaz was pitchin
I'm a knock kiddo, always played the middle
Threw 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 chased my pop's boss daughters
Tryin to my name, global, in all four corners
Philly baller, gamin in all four
worked, never 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 York since
I murder, nuttin further, fill in the

I'm here, over, fuck how y'all feel
When I drop, y'all realize it's all real
Bein for dead, tied up, smoke 'til I was dried up
So high up, seem like the sky ducked, what?
Life was rough, but now nothin to hide
Used to click and be quick to put 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 name
Brett, one of the best ever to touch a mic
It's I'd write, spit scriptures mind blowin
my coffin top close and heaven skies open
Fear no man's my slogan, I hope believe
I'm like you, fear nuttin human that bleeds
My mind two movies, six ab-lums, a hundred poems
Thirty RandB joints, I'm 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 family, with Angie
Come live from the streets, from to Q.B
And when it drops, over, you'll see
Introducin, finally, the legendary G

B.G.S. kid so what you facin? Caps racin
Decapitation twenty and lacerations
fam' camouflaged out in the grass waitin
To your 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 need plastic
gats is raised in, fascination blastin and blazin
Evacuation for your whole staff there's gas in the and
Gets back abrasions cap grazin, defy gravitation
Pull my back squeeze bust it like masturbation
fort, hold the blow torch, leave your soul scorched
With no remorse, the state of New York, get your caught
When niggaz hawk, let the talk
So tell me the next man to flip?
I the beef shit, with rubber handled grips
Your candle get lit, shit feed us banana clips
The hammers hit, in our range we dismantle it

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