Luyện nghe bài hát Live From The Streets

Ohhhhh senorita when the evening sun go
I come to serenade you another part, of town

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

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
You know we in the hood dog, in front of the store
With the work across the and the gun in the stall
Soon as somethin niggaz wanna run to the law
You the code of the streets, never run to the law
That's why I can't even run I run with a four
Or I walk a three, come and talk to 'em P
You can catch me down bottom with a 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, bet the house or the car
You can catch me the spliff, sick in the pit
On the fiend like I'm my shit, they think I'm crazy
Catch me hittin your lady in my
Bird on your baby, you I'm keepin it gravy
L.O.X. hold the
Like we waitin for
With Angie blowin muthafuckers out of they shoes, what?

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

Aiyyo, I've been kickin murder since Adidas with thick
T.I. sweatsuits, Pumas thick chains
Four rings, black belts with brass names
I was spittin flames since niggaz was pitchin
I'm a knock kiddo, always played the middle
flacks in the crack game, getchu if I can getchu
Since a buck, the highway, dodgin the troop boys
Jumpin in and out of Coupes, wavin for boys
chased a penny, copped 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
Never worked, never will. All my 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, further, fill in the details

I'm here, over, fuck how y'all feel
When I drop, y'all gon' it's all real
left for dead, tied up, smoke 'til I was dried up
So high up, seem the sky ducked, high what?
Life was rough, but now nothin to hide
Used to click and be to put this gun to yo' side
Be like, "That nice - I like that pal
fact I'd like that now."
You've got game? the name, just spell the name right
Brett, one of the rappers ever to touch a mic
It's prophecized I'd write, spit scriptures mind
my coffin top close and heaven skies open
Fear no man's my slogan, I hope believe
I'm just like you, fear nuttin human bleeds
My breed two movies, six ab-lums, a hundred poems
Thirty RandB joints, I'm beyond the norm, just mad
I'm glad, got my time to shine
Y'all the type to hit three bars and run out of rhymes

Brett, from my ByStorm family, with
Come from the streets, from Harlem to Q.B
And when it drops, game over, see
Introducin, finally, the legendary G

B.G.S. kid so what you facin? Caps racin
Decapitation buck-fifties and lacerations
Guerilla fam' camouflaged out in the grass
To blass your nation like Jason and bash your face in
We ass lacin top and half in the basement
Our style, cast you so bad you'll plastic replacement
gats is raised in, fascination blastin and blazin
Evacuation for whole staff there's gas in the tank and
Gets back from cap grazin, defy gravitation
Pull my shit back squeeze it like masturbation
Hold fort, hold the torch, leave your soul scorched
With no remorse, the state of New York, get your shit
When hawk, let the fifth talk
So tell me 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 to my street correspondents, for gettin on this
Comin live and direct no nonsense
folks for hurtin y'all, the previous has been brought to you
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