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, 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 there out the window)
You got the strong out there?
(Word, five book store buses out
All them boys are certified, they our rentals)

[Chorus 2X: Suga Bang]
For these streets from Cali to New York
Who could ya trust? Niggaz 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 piece
through them housing with more ki's
Rembrandts is from 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, corner to castles with pawns and capsules
and find, my money's up, I'm praying for war
I do all the time, all the time, all the time
Faces of Doom, sling in the
cooked raw, if you played the field you was not leaving
Fast of a CREAM chasing team
Trying to come through the hood and lie, get left for naked in Queens
Let them other niggaz wear that, we take the
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 money this year, whether it's through rhyming or
I'll be on the with my iron
Promised them llamas'll fly fast, quick at
Trying to intervene, get caught dead, no head in
You live like a slouch vouchers
mad, you was a fake, dead, die with no trousers
Cause you crossed the line like Miller's
Off with ya dome, I you through 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 stay flooded with crack rocks and Mac shots
The scenery's money, guerrillas in the drop
The livest'll pop, the weakest get chopped where they
Singing the name, dropped in the stand
Drug money kills, blood on my bills, mud on my
Only buying with the that I trust with my life
Twenty sev' ducking the feds, infrared wtih lead
Gamble off track betting instead
In my anybody can get it, and everybody want it
Cutthroat executives, the corners, the
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 Allah
The bigger the funds, the bigger the guns blazing
sick in the slums and niggaz are stunting for nathin'

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

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