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)
$2.50, nigga, back the fuck up! Talk to me...
(Word, them blue ninjas is
Word, ya back, Protect Ya Neck and all that shit, man
Thirty motherfuckers already got scooped up
Indicted, word, I'm bird eye viewing it now
Out there out the window)
You got the strong scoopers out
(Word, book store buses out front
All them young boys are certified, our rentals)

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

The blocks is molded, step up ya sword
Moving through them housing more ki's
Rembrandts is fresh from Scotland, hats, Cristal bottles
Niggaz want the problems, we
It's time to take over the game, it's
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
of Doom, sling in the lobby
Swinging cooked raw, if you the field you was not leaving
Fast pace of a CREAM team
to come through the hood and lie, get left for dead naked in Queens
Let them other niggaz wear that, we the credit
While we was shopping for more Nikes and
Heroin stirrers, the crib, cracked
Career thugs who serve judges and jurors
Got to make my money this year, it's through rhyming or criming
I'll be on the line my iron
Promised them llamas'll fly fast, at pirahnas
Trying to intervene, get caught dead, no 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 the woods, we both smoked a bone

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[Inspectah
streets...
Just when I I was out, they pulled me back in
The streets stay with crack rocks and Mac shots
The scenery's money, 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, on my bills, mud on my Nikes
Only buying with the couple that I trust my life
Twenty four sev' ducking the feds, infrared lead
Gamble with off track instead
In my hood anybody can get it, and 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 with Just'
The the funds, the bigger the guns that's blazing
It's sick in the and niggaz are stunting for nathin'

Killah]
Aiyo, my gun been in more niggaz than a whore had dick
creamy nuts on the side of her jaw
It's Rigatone, nigga, sliding airports
Riding on niggaz like MJ, same day I you, comprende?
Yeah, I'm off cuz my guns was dirty
That joint that hit you, kid, you made the top thirty
Early, walk with me and with a vengeance
More or less Ghostface 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 kids that clap
Champion hoods, if ya coke don't freeze, my face is not frying
We crack 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' neck my boxers on

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