Luyện nghe bài hát Live From The Streets

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

get it on it's Angie Mar' reportin live from the streets
From Y.O. to Philly and 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 the street and the gun in the stall
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 walk with a three, come and to 'em P
You can catch me bottom with a bird 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, 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
Catch me hittin your in my Mercedes
Bird on your baby, you I'm keepin it gravy
L.O.X. the hammers
Like we waitin for
With Angie Mar' blowin muthafuckers out of they shoes,

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

Aiyyo, I've been kickin murder since Adidas with strings
T.I. sweatsuits, with thick chains
Four finger rings, black with brass names
I was flames since niggaz was pitchin change
I'm a hard knock kiddo, always played the
Threw in the crack game, getchu if I can getchu
Since a buck, played the highway, dodgin the troop
Jumpin in and out of Coupes, wavin for boys
Always chased a penny, copped quarter
Tried to a dollar chased my pop's boss daughters
Tryin to my name, global, in all four corners
Philly baller, gamin in all four
Never worked, will. All my hoes buy my clothes
I go broke, never will. All my bros buy my O's
I'm the best thing linked up with New York since Sprewell
I murder, nuttin further, fill in the

I'm here, it's over, fuck how y'all
When I drop, y'all gon' realize all real
Bein left for dead, tied up, 'til I was dried up
So high up, seem like the sky ducked, what?
Life was rough, but now it's nothin to
Used to click and be to put this gun to yo' side
Be like, "That chain nice - I that pal
fact I'd like 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 scriptures blowin
'Til my coffin top close and heaven skies
Fear no man's my slogan, I hope y'all
I'm just like you, fear nuttin human bleeds
My mind breed two movies, six ab-lums, a poems
Thirty RandB joints, I'm the norm, y'all just mad
I'm just glad, got my to shine
Y'all the type to hit three bars and run out of rhymes

Brett, from my ByStorm family, Angie
Come live from the streets, Harlem to Q.B
And when it drops, over, you'll see
Introducin, finally, the Kool G

It's B.G.S. kid so you facin? Caps racin
twenty buck-fifties and lacerations
Guerilla fam' camouflaged out in the grass
To blass nation slash like 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 blastin and
Evacuation for your whole staff gas in the tank and
Gets back abrasions cap grazin, defy gravitation
Pull my shit squeeze bust it like masturbation
Hold fort, hold the blow torch, leave your soul
With no remorse, the state of New York, get shit caught
When niggaz hawk, let the talk
So tell me the next man to flip?
I stop the beef shit, with rubber grips
Your candle get lit, guerilla shit us banana clips
The hit, anything in our range we dismantle it

Like to say to my street correspondents, for gettin on this
Comin live and direct no nonsense
Sorry folks for hurtin y'all, the previous has brought to you
By "Up and Personal"