Luyện nghe bài hát Live From The Streets

Ohhhhh senorita when the sun go down
I come to you from another part, of town

Let's get it on it's Angie Mar' reportin from the streets
From Y.O. to 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 we still in the hood dog, in front of the store
With the work across the and the gun in the stall
Soon as somethin happen wanna run to the law
You know the code of the streets, run to the law
That's why I can't even run 'less I run a four
Or I walk with a three, come and to 'em P
You can catch me down bottom with a bird and a
On the block makin money where murder a lot
Or you can catch me up top shootin dice for a
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 missin my shit, they I'm crazy
Catch me hittin your lady in my
Bird on your baby, fuck you I'm it gravy
L.O.X. the hammers
we waitin for screws
With Angie Mar' blowin muthafuckers out of they shoes,

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

Aiyyo, I've been kickin murder Adidas with thick strings
T.I. sweatsuits, Pumas thick chains
Four rings, black belts with brass names
I was spittin flames since niggaz was change
I'm a hard knock kiddo, always played the
Threw flacks in the crack game, getchu if I can
Since a buck, played the highway, the troop boys
in and out of Coupes, wavin 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
Philly baller, gamin in all quarters
Never worked, never will. All my buy my clothes
I go broke, never will. All my bros buy my O's
I'm the best that linked up with New York since Sprewell
I murder, nuttin further, in the details

I'm here, over, fuck how y'all feel
When I drop, gon' realize it's all real
Bein left for dead, tied up, smoke 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 nice - I that pal
Matter I'd like that now."
You've got game? Call the name, just spell the name
Brett, one of the best rappers ever to a mic
It's prophecized I'd write, spit scriptures mind
'Til my coffin top close and heaven skies
no man's my slogan, I hope y'all believe
I'm just you, fear nuttin human that bleeds
My breed two movies, six ab-lums, a hundred 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, with
Come live from the streets, from 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 facin? racin
twenty 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
When is raised in, fascination blastin and blazin
Evacuation for your whole staff there's gas in the and
Gets back abrasions from cap grazin, gravitation
Pull my shit back squeeze it like masturbation
Hold fort, the blow torch, leave your soul scorched
With no remorse, the state of New York, get shit caught
When niggaz hawk, let the fifth
So tell me who's the next man to
I the beef shit, with rubber handled grips
Your candle get lit, guerilla shit us banana clips
The hammers hit, anything in our we dismantle it

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