Luyện nghe bài hát Mean Streets

[Intro: (man)]
(Aiyo, Chef?) up, my nigga?
(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, ya back, Protect Ya Neck and all that shit, man
Thirty nine already got scooped up
Indicted, word, I'm bird eye it right now
Out out the motherfucking window)
You got the scoopers out there?
(Word, five book store out front
All them boys are certified, they our rentals)

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

The blocks is molded, step up ya sword
Moving through housing with more ki's
Rembrandts is fresh from Scotland, 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 castles pawns and capsules
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
Trying to come through the hood and lie, get left for dead naked in
Let them niggaz wear that, we take the credit
While we was for more Nikes and off-whites
Heroin stirrers, the crib, cracked
Career who serve only judges and jurors
Got to my money this year, whether it's through rhyming or criming
I'll be on the line with my
Promised them llamas'll fly fast, at pirahnas
Trying to intervene, get dead, no head in pijamas
You live a slouch 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 smoked a

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[Inspectah
streets...
Just when I thought I was out, pulled me back in
The streets stay with crack rocks and Mac shots
The scenery's money, guerrillas in the drop
The livest'll pop, the weakest get chopped where they
the judge's name, dropped in the stand
Drug money kills, on my bills, mud on my Nikes
Only buying with the couple that I with my life
Twenty four sev' the feds, infrared wtih lead
Gamble 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 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 Just'
The bigger the funds, the bigger the guns blazing
It's sick in the slums and niggaz are for nathin'

Killah]
Aiyo, my gun been in niggaz mouths than a whore had dick
With creamy on the side of her jaw
It's Rigatone, nigga, sliding through
Riding on like MJ, same day I rocked you, comprende?
Yeah, I'm kinda off cuz my guns was
last joint that hit you, kid, you made the top thirty
Early, with me and strap with a vengeance
More or less Ghostface Killah'll stretch you out like mad 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 don't freeze, my face is not worth
We crack eightballs with sticks
Bungee off a mountain of bricks
you up if you slinging those nicks
Toney Starks the octagon, my ox is on
Snap Matt Hughes' neck with my on

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