Luyện nghe bài hát Live From The Streets

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

Let's get it on it's Angie Mar' reportin from the streets
From Y.O. to Philly and to Q.B
When it drops it's 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 the street 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, and talk to 'em P
You can catch me down bottom with a and a glock
On the makin money where they murder a lot
Or you can catch me up top shootin dice for a
I'm six digits, niggaz 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, think I'm crazy
Catch me hittin lady in my Mercedes
on your baby, fuck you I'm keepin it gravy
L.O.X. hold the
Like we for screws
Angie Mar' blowin muthafuckers out of they shoes, what?

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

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 since niggaz was pitchin change
I'm a knock kiddo, always played the middle
flacks in the crack game, getchu if I can getchu
Since a buck, played the highway, the troop boys
Jumpin in and out of Coupes, wavin for boys
Always chased a penny, copped waters
Tried to make a dollar chased my pop's boss
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 linked up with New York since Sprewell
I murder, further, fill in the details

I'm here, it's over, fuck how feel
When I drop, y'all realize it's all real
Bein for dead, tied up, smoke '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 and be quick to put this gun to yo' side
Be like, "That chain nice - I that pal
Matter fact I'd like now."
You've got game? Call the name, just spell the right
Brett, one of the rappers ever to touch a mic
It's prophecized I'd write, spit mind blowin
'Til my coffin top close and skies open
Fear no my slogan, I hope y'all believe
I'm just like you, nuttin human that bleeds
My breed two movies, six ab-lums, a hundred 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 family, with Angie
Come live the streets, from Harlem to Q.B
And it drops, game over, you'll see
Introducin, finally, the Kool G

It's B.G.S. kid so what you facin? racin
twenty buck-fifties and lacerations
Guerilla camouflaged out in the grass waitin
To blass your nation slash Jason and bash your face in
We ass top bodies and half in the basement
Our style, cast you so bad you'll need replacement
When gats is in, fascination blastin and blazin
Evacuation for your whole there's gas in the tank and
Gets abrasions from cap grazin, defy gravitation
Pull my shit back squeeze bust it like
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, shit feed us banana clips
The hammers hit, in our range we dismantle it

Like to say thanks to my street correspondents, for gettin on
Comin live and direct no nonsense
folks for hurtin y'all, the previous has been brought to you
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