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, the fuck up! Talk to me...
(Word, them blue ninjas is
Word, watch ya back, Ya Neck and all that shit, man
Thirty nine motherfuckers got scooped up
Indicted, word, I'm bird eye viewing it now
Out there out the window)
You got the strong scoopers out
(Word, five book store buses out
All them young are certified, they our rentals)

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

The blocks is molded, up ya sword piece
through them housing with more ki's
Rembrandts is from Scotland, crisp hats, Cristal bottles
want the problems, we back
It's time to take over the game, it's
I live on the line, from corner to castles with and capsules
Scramble and find, my money's up, I'm for war
I do this all the time, all the time, all the
Faces of Doom, in the lobby
Swinging cooked raw, if you played the field you was not
Fast pace of a CREAM chasing
Trying to come through the hood and lie, get left for dead naked in
Let other niggaz wear that, we take the credit
While we was for more Nikes and off-whites
stirrers, the crib, cracked mirrors
Career thugs who only judges and jurors
Got to make my this year, whether it's through rhyming or criming
I'll be on the line with my
Promised llamas'll fly fast, quick at pirahnas
Trying to intervene, get caught dead, no head in
You live like a from vouchers
Nobody mad, you was a fake, dead, die with no
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, they pulled me in
The streets stay flooded with crack rocks and Mac
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
Drug money kills, blood on my bills, mud on my
Only buying with the couple I trust with my life
four sev' ducking 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, swimming with and orcas
So ya guards up, or get scarred up
It's a Cold World, I told you Allah Just'
The bigger the funds, the bigger the guns blazing
It's sick in the and niggaz are stunting for nathin'

Killah]
Aiyo, my gun been in niggaz mouths than a whore had dick
With nuts on the side of her jaw
It's Rigatone, nigga, sliding airports
Riding on niggaz MJ, same day I rocked you, comprende?
Yeah, I'm kinda off cuz my was dirty
last joint that hit you, kid, you made the top thirty
Early, walk with me and strap with a
or less Ghostface Killah'll stretch you out like mad words in a sentence
Smell the gas (yeah) feel the fire (word)
Real talk, it's not that bullshit from The
It's them disco that clap iron
Champion hoods, if ya don't freeze, my face is not worth frying
We crack eightballs with sticks
Bungee off a mountain of bricks
Fuck you up if you those nicks
Toney from the octagon, my ox is on
Snap Hughes' neck with my boxers on

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