Luyện nghe bài hát Mean Streets

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

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

The is molded, step up ya sword piece
Moving through housing with more ki's
Rembrandts is fresh from Scotland, crisp hats, bottles
Niggaz the problems, we back
It's time to over the game, it's nothing
I live on the line, corner to castles with 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, in the lobby
Swinging cooked raw, if you played the field you was not
pace of a CREAM chasing team
Trying to come the hood and lie, get left for dead naked in Queens
Let them other niggaz that, we take the credit
While we was for more Nikes and off-whites
Heroin stirrers, the crib, mirrors
Career thugs who only judges and jurors
Got to make my money this year, whether it's through rhyming or
I'll be on the with my iron
Promised llamas'll fly fast, quick at pirahnas
to intervene, get caught dead, no head in pijamas
You live like a slouch vouchers
mad, you was a fake, dead, die with no trousers
Cause you crossed the line Miller's Crossing
Off with ya dome, I walked you through the woods, we both a bone

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

[Ghostface
Aiyo, my gun in more niggaz mouths than a whore had dick
With creamy nuts on the of her jaw
It's Rigatone, nigga, through airports
Riding on niggaz MJ, same day I rocked you, comprende?
Yeah, I'm kinda off cuz my was dirty
That last joint that hit you, kid, you made the top
Early, walk with me and 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, not that bullshit from The Wire
It's them disco kids that iron
Champion hoods, if ya don't freeze, my face is not worth frying
We crack eightballs with sticks
Bungee jump off a of bricks
Fuck you up if you slinging those
Toney Starks the octagon, my ox is on
Snap Matt Hughes' with my boxers on

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