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, blue ninjas is everywhere
Word, watch ya back, Protect Ya Neck and all shit, man
Thirty motherfuckers already got scooped up
Indicted, word, I'm eye viewing it right now
Out there out the window)
You got the strong out there?
(Word, five store buses out front
All them young boys are certified, our rentals)

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

The is molded, step up ya sword piece
Moving through them with more ki's
Rembrandts is fresh Scotland, crisp hats, Cristal bottles
Niggaz want the problems, we
It's time to take the game, it's nothing
I live on the line, from corner to with 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 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 other wear that, we take the credit
While we was shopping for Nikes and off-whites
Heroin stirrers, the crib, cracked
Career thugs who only judges and jurors
Got to make my money this year, whether it's through rhyming or
I'll be on the line my iron
Promised llamas'll fly fast, quick at pirahnas
to intervene, get caught dead, no head in pijamas
You live a slouch from vouchers
Nobody mad, you was a fake, dead, die no trousers
you crossed the line like Miller's 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, pulled me back in
The stay flooded with crack rocks and Mac shots
The scenery's money, in the back drop
The livest'll pop, the weakest get chopped where stand
Singing the name, dropped in the stand
Drug kills, blood on my bills, mud on my Nikes
buying with the couple that I trust with my life
Twenty four sev' the feds, infrared wtih lead
with off track betting instead
In my hood can get it, and everybody want it
Cutthroat executives, the corners, the
And the thought is to be of all bosses
The is ya life, swimming with sharks and orcas
So keep ya up, or get scarred up
It's a Cold World, I you with Allah Just'
The bigger the funds, the bigger the that's blazing
sick in the slums and niggaz are stunting for nathin'

[Ghostface
Aiyo, my gun in more niggaz mouths than a whore had dick
With nuts on the side 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
last joint that hit you, kid, you made the top thirty
Early, walk me and strap 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 from The Wire
It's disco kids that clap iron
hoods, if ya coke don't freeze, my face is not worth frying
We crack with pool sticks
Bungee off a mountain of bricks
Fuck you up if you those nicks
Toney Starks the octagon, my ox is on
Matt Hughes' neck with my boxers on

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