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)
It's $2.50, nigga, back the fuck up! to me...
(Word, them ninjas is everywhere
Word, ya back, Protect Ya Neck and all that shit, man
Thirty 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 young boys are certified, our rentals)

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For these mean streets from to New York
Who could ya Niggaz they do talk
Running from the and out of state troopers
up ahead, you know we got sharp shooters

The blocks is molded, step up ya piece
Moving through them housing with 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 castles with pawns and
Scramble and find, my up, I'm praying for war
I do this all the time, all the time, all the
Faces of Doom, in the lobby
cooked raw, if you played the field you was not leaving
Fast pace of a chasing team
to come 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 more and off-whites
stirrers, the crib, cracked mirrors
Career who serve only 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 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 with no
Cause you the line like Miller's Crossing
Off with ya dome, I walked you the woods, we both smoked a bone

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[Inspectah
streets...
Just when I thought I was out, they pulled me in
The streets flooded with crack rocks and Mac shots
The money, guerrillas in the back drop
The livest'll pop, the weakest get where they stand
Singing the judge's name, in the stand
Drug money kills, 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 betting
In my hood anybody can get it, and want it
Cutthroat executives, the corners, the
And the thought is to be of all bosses
The cost is ya life, with sharks and orcas
So ya guards up, or get scarred up
It's a Cold World, I told you with Just'
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 whore had
creamy nuts on the side of her jaw
It's Rigatone, nigga, sliding airports
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 with me and with a vengeance
More or less Ghostface Killah'll you out like mad words in a sentence
Smell the gas burning (yeah) the fire (word)
Real talk, it's not bullshit from The Wire
It's disco kids that clap iron
Champion hoods, if ya don't freeze, my face is not worth frying
We crack with pool sticks
Bungee jump off a of bricks
Fuck you up if you those nicks
Toney from the octagon, my ox is on
Snap Matt Hughes' neck with my on

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