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 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, and Styles P, where you at?

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
You know we still in the hood dog, in of the store
With the across the street and the gun in the stall
Soon as somethin niggaz wanna run to the law
You know the of the streets, never run to the law
That's why I even run 'less I run with a four
Or I walk with a three, and talk to 'em P
You can catch me down bottom a bird and a glock
On the block makin money where they a lot
Or you can me up top shootin dice for a yard
I'm talkin six digits, bet the house or the car
You can me hittin the spliff, sick in the pit
On the fiend like I'm missin my shit, they think I'm
Catch me hittin your in my Mercedes
on your baby, fuck you I'm keepin it gravy
L.O.X. the hammers
we waitin for screws
With Angie blowin muthafuckers out of they shoes, what?

live from the streets where some died 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 murder since Adidas thick strings
T.I. sweatsuits, Pumas with chains
Four finger rings, black belts with brass
I was spittin since niggaz was pitchin change
I'm a hard kiddo, always played the middle
flacks in the crack game, getchu if I can getchu
Since a buck, played the highway, dodgin the troop
Jumpin in and out of Coupes, for Duke boys
Always chased a penny, quarter waters
Tried to make a dollar chased my pop's daughters
Tryin to make my name, global, in all corners
baller, gamin in all four quarters
Never worked, will. All my hoes buy my clothes
I go broke, never will. All my bros buy my O's
I'm the thing that linked up with New York since Sprewell
I murder, further, fill in the details

I'm here, it's over, how y'all feel
When I drop, y'all gon' realize it's all
Bein left for dead, tied up, 'til I was dried up
So up, seem like the sky ducked, high what?
Life was rough, but now nothin to hide
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 spell the name
Brett, one of the best rappers ever to a mic
It's prophecized I'd write, scriptures mind blowin
'Til my coffin top close and heaven skies
Fear no my slogan, I hope y'all believe
I'm just like you, fear nuttin human that
My mind breed two movies, six ab-lums, a hundred
Thirty joints, I'm beyond the norm, y'all just mad
I'm just glad, got my time to
Y'all the type to hit three hundred 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

B.G.S. kid so what you facin? Caps racin
Decapitation buck-fifties and lacerations
Guerilla fam' out in the grass waitin
To blass your slash like Jason and bash your face in
We ass lacin top bodies and in the basement
Our style, cast you so bad you'll plastic replacement
gats is raised in, fascination blastin and blazin
Evacuation for your whole staff gas in the tank and
Gets back from cap grazin, defy gravitation
Pull my back squeeze bust it like masturbation
Hold fort, hold the blow torch, leave your scorched
With no remorse, the of New York, get your shit caught
When niggaz hawk, let the talk
So tell me who's the man to flip?
I stop the beef shit, with rubber handled
Your candle get lit, guerilla shit us banana clips
The hammers hit, anything in our range we it

to say thanks 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"