Luyện nghe bài hát Mean Streets

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

[Chorus 2X: Suga Bang
For these streets from Cali to New York
Who ya trust? Niggaz they do talk
Running from the and out of state troopers
up ahead, you know we got sharp shooters

The blocks is molded, step up ya piece
Moving through them housing with more
is fresh from Scotland, crisp hats, Cristal bottles
Niggaz want the problems, we
It's time to take over the game, nothing
I live on the line, from corner to castles with pawns and
and find, my money's up, I'm praying for war
I do all the time, all the time, all the time
Faces of Doom, sling in the
cooked raw, if you played the field you was not leaving
Fast pace of a chasing team
to come through the hood and lie, get left for dead naked in Queens
Let other niggaz wear that, we take the credit
While we was shopping for more and off-whites
Heroin stirrers, the crib, mirrors
Career thugs who serve judges and jurors
Got to make my money this year, whether it's through rhyming or
I'll be on the line with my
Promised them llamas'll fly fast, at pirahnas
to intervene, get caught dead, no head in pijamas
You live like a from vouchers
mad, you was a fake, dead, die with no trousers
Cause you crossed the line like Crossing
Off with ya dome, I walked you through the woods, we both a bone

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

[Ghostface
Aiyo, my gun been in more niggaz mouths a whore had dick
With creamy nuts on the of her jaw
It's Rigatone, nigga, sliding through
Riding on niggaz like MJ, day I rocked you, comprende?
Yeah, I'm off cuz my guns was dirty
That last that hit you, kid, you made the top thirty
Early, walk with me and with a vengeance
More or less Ghostface stretch you out like mad words in a sentence
Smell the gas burning (yeah) feel the (word)
Real talk, not that bullshit from The Wire
It's them disco kids that clap
hoods, if ya coke don't freeze, my face is not worth frying
We crack eightballs with sticks
Bungee jump off a mountain of
Fuck you up if you those nicks
Starks from the octagon, my ox is on
Snap Matt Hughes' with my boxers on

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