Luyện nghe bài hát Mean Streets

[Intro: (man)]
(Aiyo, Chef?) What up, my
(Yeah, man, I gotta give you the 411, is straight 911, word)
It's $2.50, nigga, back the fuck up! to me...
(Word, blue ninjas is everywhere
Word, watch ya back, Protect Ya Neck and all shit, man
Thirty nine motherfuckers already got 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 young are certified, they our rentals)

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

The blocks is molded, step up ya piece
through them housing with more ki's
Rembrandts is fresh from Scotland, crisp hats, bottles
want the problems, we back
It's to take over the game, it's nothing
I live on the line, from corner to castles pawns and capsules
Scramble and find, my money's up, I'm for war
I do all the time, all the time, all the time
Faces of Doom, sling in the
Swinging cooked raw, if you played the field you was not
Fast pace of a chasing team
Trying to come through the hood and lie, get left for dead in Queens
Let them other wear that, we take the credit
While we was shopping for more Nikes and
stirrers, the crib, cracked mirrors
Career thugs who serve only and jurors
Got to make my money this year, it's through rhyming or criming
I'll be on the line with my
them llamas'll fly fast, quick at pirahnas
Trying to intervene, get dead, no head in pijamas
You like a slouch from vouchers
Nobody mad, you was a fake, dead, die no trousers
you crossed the line like Miller's Crossing
Off ya dome, I walked you through the woods, we both smoked a bone

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

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

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