Luyện nghe bài hát Live From The Streets

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

Let's get it on it's Angie Mar' reportin from the streets
Y.O. to Philly and Harlem to Q.B
When it it's game over, you'll see
Introducing, Jadakiss and P, where you at?

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
You know we still in the hood dog, in front of the
With the work across the street and the gun in the
Soon as happen niggaz wanna run to the law
You know the of the streets, never run to the law
That's why I can't even run 'less I run with a
Or I with a three, come and talk to 'em P
You can catch me down bottom a bird and a glock
On the block money where they murder a lot
Or you can me up top shootin dice 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 I'm missin my shit, they think I'm crazy
me hittin your lady in my Mercedes
Bird on your baby, you I'm keepin it gravy
L.O.X. the hammers
Like we for screws
With Angie Mar' blowin muthafuckers out of shoes, what?

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

Aiyyo, I've been kickin since Adidas with thick strings
T.I. sweatsuits, Pumas with chains
finger rings, black belts with brass names
I was spittin flames since was pitchin change
I'm a hard knock kiddo, played the middle
Threw flacks in the 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 waters
Tried to make a dollar chased my boss daughters
Tryin to make my name, global, in all 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 thing that linked up with New York since Sprewell
I murder, nuttin further, in the details

I'm here, it's over, fuck how feel
I drop, y'all gon' realize it's all real
Bein left for dead, up, smoke 'til I was dried up
So high up, like the sky ducked, high 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 that pal
Matter fact I'd that now."
You've got game? Call the name, just spell the name
Brett, one of the best rappers to touch a mic
prophecized I'd write, spit scriptures mind blowin
'Til my top close and heaven skies open
no man's my slogan, I hope y'all believe
I'm just like you, fear nuttin human bleeds
My mind breed two movies, six ab-lums, a poems
Thirty RandB joints, I'm beyond the norm, just mad
I'm just glad, got my time to
Y'all the type to hit hundred bars and run out of rhymes

Brett, from my ByStorm family, Angie
live from the streets, from Harlem to Q.B
And when it drops, 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
fam' 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, cast you so bad need plastic replacement
When gats is raised in, 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 bust it like masturbation
Hold fort, hold the torch, leave your soul scorched
With no remorse, the state of New York, get your shit
niggaz hawk, let the fifth talk
So me who's the next man to flip?
I stop the shit, with rubber handled grips
Your candle get lit, guerilla shit feed us banana
The hammers hit, anything in our range we it

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