Luyện nghe bài hát Live From The Streets

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

Let's get it on it's Angie Mar' live from the streets
From Y.O. to and Harlem to Q.B
When it drops it's over, you'll see
Introducing, and Styles 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
as somethin happen 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 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 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 hittin the spliff, in the pit
On the fiend like I'm missin my shit, they think I'm
Catch me hittin lady in my Mercedes
Bird on your baby, fuck you I'm keepin it
L.O.X. the hammers
Like we waitin for
With Mar' 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, Beanie Sigel, tell me how you

Aiyyo, I've been kickin murder since Adidas with thick
T.I. sweatsuits, Pumas with chains
Four finger rings, belts with brass names
I was flames since niggaz 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, 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 quarters
Never worked, never will. All my hoes buy my
I can't go broke, never will. All my buy my O's
I'm the best that linked up with New York since Sprewell
I murder, further, fill in the details

I'm here, over, fuck how y'all feel
When I drop, y'all gon' realize it's all
left for dead, tied up, smoke 'til I was dried up
So high up, seem like the sky ducked, high
Life was rough, but now nothin to hide
Used to and be quick to put this gun to yo' side
Be like, "That chain - I like that pal
Matter fact I'd that now."
You've got Call the name, just spell the name right
Brett, one of the best rappers ever to a mic
It's prophecized I'd write, spit mind blowin
'Til my top close and heaven skies open
Fear no my slogan, I hope y'all believe
I'm just like you, fear nuttin human that
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 hundred and run out of rhymes

Brett, from my family, with Angie
live from the streets, from Harlem to Q.B
And it drops, game over, you'll see
Introducin, finally, the legendary G

It's B.G.S. kid so what you facin? racin
Decapitation twenty buck-fifties and
Guerilla camouflaged out in the grass waitin
To your nation slash like Jason and bash your face in
We ass lacin top bodies and half in the
Our style, cast you so bad you'll need plastic
When is raised in, fascination blastin and blazin
Evacuation for your staff there's gas in the tank and
Gets back from 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 hawk, let the fifth talk
So tell me who's the man to flip?
I stop the beef shit, with rubber grips
Your candle get lit, guerilla feed us banana clips
The hit, anything in our range we dismantle it

Like to say thanks to my correspondents, for gettin on this
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