Luyện nghe bài hát Live From The Streets

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

Let's get it on it's Mar' reportin live from the streets
From Y.O. to and Harlem to Q.B
When it drops it's over, you'll see
Introducing, Jadakiss and Styles P, you at?

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
You know we still in the dog, in front of the store
With the work across the street and the gun in the
Soon as somethin happen niggaz run to the law
You know the of the streets, never run to the law
why I can't even run 'less I run with a four
Or I walk with a three, and talk to 'em P
You can catch me bottom with a bird 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, they I'm crazy
me hittin your lady in my Mercedes
Bird on your baby, fuck you I'm 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 died to eat
From Y.O. to Philly, Harlem to Q.B
And it drops, game over, you'll see
Introducin, Beanie Sigel, me how you livin?

Aiyyo, I've been kickin murder since Adidas with thick
T.I. sweatsuits, Pumas with thick
finger rings, black belts with brass names
I was spittin flames since niggaz was change
I'm a knock kiddo, always played the middle
Threw flacks in the crack game, getchu if I can
Since a buck, played the highway, the troop boys
Jumpin in and out of Coupes, for Duke boys
chased a penny, copped quarter waters
Tried to make a dollar chased my pop's boss
to make my name, global, in all four corners
Philly baller, in all four quarters
Never worked, never will. All my hoes buy my
I go broke, never will. All my bros buy my O's
I'm the best thing that linked up New York since Sprewell
I murder, nuttin further, in the details

I'm here, it's over, fuck how y'all
I drop, y'all gon' realize it's all real
Bein left for dead, tied up, smoke 'til I was up
So high up, like the sky ducked, high what?
Life was rough, but now it's nothin to
Used to click and be quick to put this gun to yo'
Be like, "That chain nice - I like pal
Matter I'd like that now."
You've got game? Call the name, just the name right
Brett, one of the best ever to touch a mic
It's I'd write, spit scriptures mind blowin
'Til my top close and heaven skies open
no man's my slogan, I hope y'all believe
I'm just like you, fear nuttin that bleeds
My mind 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 to hit three hundred bars and run out of rhymes

Brett, from my ByStorm family, with
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 Caps racin
Decapitation twenty buck-fifties and
Guerilla fam' camouflaged out in the grass
To blass your nation slash like Jason and 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 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 state of New York, get your caught
When niggaz hawk, let the fifth
So tell me who's the man to flip?
I stop the shit, with rubber handled grips
Your candle get lit, guerilla shit feed us banana
The hammers hit, anything in our we dismantle it

Like to say thanks to my street correspondents, for on this
live and direct with no nonsense
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