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)
It's $2.50, nigga, back the up! Talk to me...
(Word, them ninjas is everywhere
Word, watch ya back, Ya Neck 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 strong scoopers out
(Word, five book buses out front
All them young boys are certified, our rentals)

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

The blocks is molded, step up ya sword
Moving through them housing more ki's
is fresh from Scotland, crisp hats, Cristal bottles
Niggaz the problems, we back
It's to take over the game, it's nothing
I live on the line, corner to castles with pawns and capsules
Scramble and find, my up, I'm praying for war
I do all the time, all the time, all the time
of Doom, sling in the lobby
Swinging cooked raw, if you played the field you was not
Fast pace of a chasing team
to come through the hood and lie, get left for dead naked in Queens
Let them other wear that, we take the credit
While we was for more Nikes and off-whites
Heroin stirrers, the crib, cracked
Career thugs who serve only judges and
Got to make my money this year, it's through rhyming or criming
I'll be on the with my iron
Promised them fly fast, quick at pirahnas
Trying to intervene, get caught dead, no 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 with ya dome, I walked you the woods, we both smoked 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 money, guerrillas in the back drop
The livest'll pop, the weakest get chopped where they
Singing the judge's name, dropped in the
money kills, blood 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 anybody can get it, and everybody want it
executives, the corners, the office
And the is to be boss of all bosses
The cost is ya life, swimming with and orcas
So ya guards up, or get scarred up
It's a Cold World, I told you with Allah
The bigger the funds, the bigger the guns blazing
sick in the slums and niggaz are stunting for nathin'

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

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