Luyện nghe bài hát Live From The Streets

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

Let's get it on Angie Mar' reportin live from the streets
From Y.O. to and Harlem to Q.B
When it drops 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 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 even run 'less 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 hittin the spliff, in the pit
On the fiend like I'm missin my shit, they I'm crazy
Catch me hittin your in my Mercedes
Bird on your baby, you I'm keepin it gravy
L.O.X. hold the
we waitin for screws
With Mar' blowin muthafuckers out of they shoes, what?

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

Aiyyo, I've been kickin murder since Adidas thick strings
T.I. sweatsuits, Pumas thick chains
Four finger rings, black with brass names
I was spittin flames since was pitchin change
I'm a knock kiddo, always played 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 Duke
Always chased a penny, copped waters
Tried to make a dollar chased my pop's 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 best thing that up with New York since Sprewell
I murder, nuttin further, in the details

I'm here, it's over, fuck how feel
When I drop, y'all gon' it's all real
Bein left for dead, tied up, smoke 'til I was up
So high up, like the sky ducked, high what?
Life was rough, but now nothin to hide
Used to click and be quick to put this gun to yo'
Be like, "That chain nice - I that 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
It's prophecized I'd write, spit scriptures mind
'Til my top close and heaven skies open
Fear no man's my slogan, I hope y'all
I'm just like you, fear human that bleeds
My mind breed two movies, six ab-lums, a hundred
Thirty joints, I'm beyond the norm, y'all just mad
I'm glad, got my time to shine
the type 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 it drops, game over, you'll see
Introducin, finally, the Kool G

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

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