Luyện nghe bài hát Mean Streets

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

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

The is molded, step up ya sword piece
Moving them housing with more ki's
is fresh from Scotland, crisp hats, Cristal bottles
Niggaz want the problems, we
It's time to take over the game, 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
of Doom, sling in the lobby
Swinging cooked raw, if you played the you was not leaving
Fast of a CREAM chasing team
Trying to come through the hood and lie, get for dead naked in Queens
Let them other niggaz wear that, we the credit
While we was shopping for more and off-whites
Heroin stirrers, the crib, cracked
Career thugs who serve only and jurors
Got to my money this year, whether it's through rhyming or criming
I'll be on the line with my
Promised them llamas'll fly fast, at pirahnas
to intervene, get caught dead, no head in pijamas
You like a slouch from vouchers
Nobody mad, you was a fake, dead, die no trousers
Cause you crossed the line like Miller's
Off with ya dome, I walked you through the woods, we both smoked a

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[Inspectah
streets...
Just when I thought I was out, they me back in
The streets stay flooded with crack rocks and Mac
The money, guerrillas in the back drop
The livest'll pop, the weakest get chopped where they
Singing the judge's name, in the stand
Drug money kills, on my bills, mud on my Nikes
Only buying with the couple that I trust my life
four sev' ducking the feds, infrared wtih lead
Gamble with off track betting
In my anybody can get it, and everybody want it
executives, the corners, the office
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 Cold World, I told you with 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 mouths than a had dick
With creamy nuts on the of her jaw
Rigatone, nigga, sliding through airports
Riding on niggaz 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 with me and with a vengeance
More or less Ghostface Killah'll stretch you out like mad words in a
Smell the gas burning (yeah) feel the (word)
talk, it's not that bullshit from The Wire
It's them disco kids that clap
Champion hoods, if ya coke freeze, my face is not worth frying
We crack eightballs pool sticks
Bungee jump off a mountain of
Fuck you up if you slinging nicks
Toney from the octagon, my ox is on
Matt Hughes' neck with my boxers on

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