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 Mar' reportin live from the streets
From Y.O. to Philly and to Q.B
When it drops it's game over, see
Introducing, Jadakiss and P, where you at?

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
You know we still in the hood dog, in of the store
With the work 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
why I can't even run 'less I run with a four
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 makin money where they a lot
Or you can catch me up top dice for a yard
I'm talkin six digits, niggaz bet the or the car
You can catch me hittin the spliff, in the pit
On the fiend like I'm missin my shit, they think I'm
Catch me 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 blowin muthafuckers out of they shoes, what?

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

Aiyyo, I've been kickin since Adidas with thick strings
T.I. sweatsuits, Pumas with chains
Four finger rings, black with brass names
I was spittin flames since was pitchin change
I'm a hard kiddo, always played the middle
Threw flacks in the game, getchu if I can getchu
a buck, played the highway, dodgin the troop boys
Jumpin in and out of Coupes, for Duke boys
Always a penny, copped quarter waters
Tried to a dollar chased my pop's boss 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 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 left for dead, tied up, 'til I was dried up
So high up, seem the sky ducked, high what?
Life was rough, but now it's to hide
Used to click and be quick to put this gun to yo'
Be like, "That chain nice - I that pal
Matter I'd like that now."
You've got Call the name, just spell the name right
Brett, one of the rappers ever to touch a mic
It's prophecized I'd write, spit 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 human that bleeds
My mind breed two movies, six ab-lums, a hundred
Thirty RandB joints, I'm beyond the norm, y'all 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 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 you facin? Caps racin
Decapitation twenty and lacerations
Guerilla fam' camouflaged out in the grass
To blass your nation slash Jason and bash your face in
We ass lacin top and half in the basement
Our style, cast you so bad need plastic replacement
When gats is raised in, fascination and blazin
Evacuation for whole staff there's gas in the tank and
Gets back abrasions from cap grazin, gravitation
Pull my back squeeze bust it like masturbation
Hold fort, hold the blow torch, leave your soul
With no remorse, the of New York, get your shit caught
When niggaz hawk, let the fifth
So me who's the next man to flip?
I stop the beef shit, with handled grips
Your candle get lit, guerilla shit us banana clips
The hammers hit, anything in our range we it

Like to say thanks to my correspondents, for gettin on this
Comin live and direct with no
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