Luyện nghe bài hát Mean Streets

[Intro: (man)]
(Aiyo, Chef?) up, my nigga?
(Yeah, man, I gotta you the 411, shit is straight 911, word)
It's $2.50, nigga, back the up! Talk to me...
(Word, them blue ninjas is
Word, watch ya back, Protect Ya and all that shit, man
nine motherfuckers 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 buses out front
All them young are certified, they our rentals)

[Chorus 2X: Suga 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 know we got shooters

The is molded, step up ya sword piece
Moving through them housing more ki's
Rembrandts is fresh from Scotland, crisp hats, bottles
Niggaz want the problems, we
It's time to over the game, it's nothing
I live on the line, from 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
Faces of Doom, in the lobby
cooked raw, if you played the field you was not leaving
Fast of a CREAM chasing team
to come through the hood and lie, get left for dead naked in Queens
Let them other niggaz that, we take the credit
While we was shopping for more and off-whites
Heroin stirrers, the crib, mirrors
Career thugs who only judges and jurors
Got to make my money this year, whether it's through rhyming or
be on the line with my iron
Promised them fly fast, quick at pirahnas
to intervene, get caught dead, no head in pijamas
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 you through the woods, we both smoked a bone

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[Inspectah
streets...
Just when I thought I was out, pulled me back in
The streets flooded with crack rocks and Mac shots
The scenery's money, guerrillas in the back
The pop, the weakest get chopped where they stand
the judge's name, dropped in the stand
Drug kills, blood on my bills, mud on my Nikes
Only buying with the that I trust with my life
Twenty four sev' ducking the feds, infrared wtih
with off track betting instead
In my hood anybody can get it, and want it
Cutthroat executives, the corners, the
And the is to be boss of all bosses
The cost is ya life, swimming sharks and orcas
So keep ya up, or get scarred up
It's a World, I told you with Allah Just'
The bigger the funds, the bigger the that's blazing
It's sick in the slums and niggaz are stunting for

[Ghostface
Aiyo, my gun been in more niggaz mouths a whore had dick
creamy nuts 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 off cuz my guns was dirty
That joint that hit you, kid, you made the top thirty
Early, walk me and strap with a vengeance
More or less Ghostface Killah'll stretch you out like mad words in a
the gas burning (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 don't freeze, my face is not worth frying
We crack eightballs with sticks
Bungee jump off a of bricks
Fuck you up if you those nicks
Starks from the octagon, my ox is on
Snap Matt Hughes' neck with my on

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