Luyện nghe bài hát Mean Streets

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

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

The blocks is molded, step up ya sword
Moving through them housing with more
Rembrandts is fresh from Scotland, hats, Cristal bottles
Niggaz want the problems, we
It's time to take 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 this all the time, all the time, all the
of Doom, sling in the lobby
Swinging cooked raw, if you the field you was not leaving
Fast pace of a CREAM team
Trying to through the hood and lie, get left for dead naked in Queens
Let them other niggaz wear that, we take the
While we was shopping for Nikes and off-whites
stirrers, the crib, cracked mirrors
Career thugs who serve only and jurors
Got to make my money this year, whether through rhyming or criming
I'll be on the line with my
Promised them fly fast, quick at pirahnas
Trying to intervene, get caught dead, no head in
You live like a slouch from
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 a bone

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[Inspectah
streets...
Just when I thought I was out, they me back in
The streets stay flooded with crack and Mac shots
The scenery's money, guerrillas in the drop
The livest'll pop, the get chopped where they stand
Singing the judge's name, dropped in the
money kills, blood on my bills, mud on my Nikes
Only buying with the that I trust with my life
four sev' ducking the feds, infrared wtih lead
Gamble with off track instead
In my hood anybody can get it, and everybody it
Cutthroat executives, the corners, the
And the is to be boss 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 Allah Just'
The bigger the funds, the bigger the guns that's
It's sick in the slums and niggaz are for nathin'

Killah]
Aiyo, my gun been in more niggaz than a whore had dick
With creamy nuts on the of her jaw
Rigatone, nigga, sliding through airports
Riding on like MJ, same day I rocked you, comprende?
Yeah, I'm kinda off cuz my guns was
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 you out like mad words in a sentence
Smell the gas (yeah) feel the fire (word)
Real talk, it's not bullshit from The Wire
It's them disco that clap iron
hoods, if ya coke don't freeze, my face is not worth frying
We eightballs with pool sticks
jump off a mountain of bricks
Fuck you up if you slinging those
Starks from the octagon, my ox is on
Snap Matt Hughes' neck my boxers on

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