Luyện nghe bài hát Live From The Streets

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

Let's get it on it's Angie reportin live from the streets
From Y.O. to and Harlem 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 still in the hood dog, in front of the
the work across the street and the gun in the stall
Soon as happen niggaz wanna run to the law
You the code of the streets, never 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 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 six digits, niggaz 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, think I'm crazy
Catch me hittin lady in my Mercedes
on your baby, fuck you I'm keepin it gravy
L.O.X. the hammers
Like we waitin for
With Angie Mar' muthafuckers out of they shoes, what?

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

Aiyyo, I've been kickin murder since Adidas with strings
T.I. sweatsuits, Pumas thick chains
Four finger rings, black with brass names
I was spittin flames niggaz was pitchin change
I'm a hard knock kiddo, played the middle
Threw flacks in the crack game, if I can getchu
Since a buck, played the highway, dodgin the boys
Jumpin in and out of Coupes, wavin for Duke
Always chased a penny, copped waters
Tried to make a dollar chased my boss daughters
to make my name, global, in all four corners
Philly baller, in all four quarters
worked, never will. All my hoes buy my clothes
I can't go broke, never will. All my buy my O's
I'm the best that 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 gon' it's all real
Bein left for dead, tied up, smoke I was dried up
So high up, seem the sky ducked, high what?
Life was rough, but now nothin to hide
Used to click and be quick to put gun to yo' side
Be like, "That nice - I like that pal
Matter I'd like that now."
You've got game? Call the name, just spell the right
Brett, one of the best rappers to touch a mic
It's prophecized I'd write, spit mind blowin
'Til my coffin top close and skies open
no man's my slogan, I hope y'all believe
I'm just like you, fear nuttin that bleeds
My mind breed two movies, six ab-lums, a poems
Thirty joints, I'm beyond the norm, y'all just mad
I'm just glad, got my to shine
Y'all the to hit three hundred bars and run out of rhymes

Brett, from my ByStorm family, with
Come live the streets, from Harlem to Q.B
And when it drops, game over, see
Introducin, finally, the legendary G

It's B.G.S. kid so what you facin? Caps
Decapitation buck-fifties and lacerations
Guerilla fam' camouflaged out in the grass
To blass your nation slash like and bash your face in
We ass lacin top bodies and in the basement
Our style, cast you so bad you'll need plastic
When gats is raised in, fascination and blazin
Evacuation for your whole staff gas in the tank and
Gets back abrasions from cap grazin, gravitation
my shit back squeeze bust 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 talk
So tell me who's the next man to
I stop the beef shit, rubber handled grips
Your candle get lit, guerilla feed us banana clips
The hammers hit, in our range we dismantle it

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