Luyện nghe bài hát Mean Streets

[Intro: (man)]
(Aiyo, Chef?) What up, my
(Yeah, man, I give you the 411, shit is straight 911, word)
$2.50, nigga, back the fuck up! Talk to me...
(Word, them blue is everywhere
Word, ya back, Protect Ya Neck and all that shit, man
Thirty nine already got scooped up
Indicted, word, I'm bird eye viewing it now
Out there out the window)
You got the strong out there?
(Word, five book store buses out
All them young boys are certified, our rentals)

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For mean streets from Cali to New York
Who could ya trust? they do talk
Running from the and out of state troopers
up ahead, you know we got sharp shooters

The blocks is molded, up ya sword piece
Moving them housing with more ki's
Rembrandts is from Scotland, crisp hats, Cristal bottles
Niggaz the problems, we back
It's time to take the game, it's nothing
I live on the line, from corner to with pawns and capsules
Scramble and find, my up, I'm praying for war
I do this all the time, all the time, all the
of Doom, sling in the lobby
Swinging cooked raw, if you played the you was not leaving
Fast pace of a chasing team
Trying to come through the hood and lie, get left for dead naked in
Let them other niggaz that, we take the credit
we was shopping for more Nikes and off-whites
Heroin stirrers, the crib, mirrors
thugs who serve only judges and jurors
Got to make my money this year, whether it's rhyming or criming
I'll be on the with my iron
Promised llamas'll fly fast, quick at pirahnas
Trying to intervene, get dead, no head in pijamas
You live like a slouch from
Nobody mad, you was a fake, dead, die with no
Cause you the line like Miller's Crossing
Off with ya dome, I you through the woods, we both smoked a bone

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[Inspectah
streets...
Just when I thought I was out, they pulled me in
The streets stay flooded with crack and Mac shots
The scenery's money, guerrillas in the back
The livest'll pop, the get chopped where they stand
Singing the name, dropped in the stand
Drug kills, blood on my bills, mud on my Nikes
Only buying with the couple I trust with my life
Twenty four sev' ducking the feds, infrared lead
Gamble with off betting instead
In my hood anybody can get it, and want it
Cutthroat executives, the corners, the
And the thought is to be boss of all
The cost is ya life, swimming sharks and orcas
So keep ya guards up, or get up
It's a World, I told you with Allah Just'
The bigger the funds, the bigger the guns that's
sick in the slums and niggaz are stunting for nathin'

[Ghostface
Aiyo, my gun in more niggaz mouths than a whore had dick
creamy nuts on the side of her jaw
It's Rigatone, nigga, sliding through
Riding on niggaz like MJ, same day I rocked you,
Yeah, I'm kinda off cuz my guns was
That last that hit you, kid, you made the top thirty
Early, walk with me and strap with a
More or less Ghostface Killah'll stretch you out mad words in a sentence
Smell the gas (yeah) feel the fire (word)
Real talk, it's not that from The Wire
It's them disco kids that iron
Champion hoods, if ya coke freeze, my face is not worth frying
We crack eightballs pool sticks
Bungee off a mountain of bricks
Fuck you up if you slinging those
Toney Starks the octagon, my ox is on
Matt Hughes' neck with my boxers on

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