Luyện nghe bài hát Mean Streets

[Intro: (man)]
(Aiyo, Chef?) What up, my
(Yeah, man, I give you the 411, shit is straight 911, word)
It's $2.50, nigga, the fuck up! Talk to me...
(Word, them blue is everywhere
Word, watch ya back, Protect Ya Neck and all 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 strong out there?
(Word, five store buses out front
All young boys are certified, they our rentals)

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

The blocks is molded, step up ya piece
Moving through them with more ki's
is fresh from Scotland, crisp hats, Cristal bottles
Niggaz the problems, we back
It's time to take over the game, nothing
I on the line, from corner to castles with pawns and capsules
Scramble and find, my money's up, I'm for war
I do this all the time, all the time, all the
Faces of Doom, sling in the
Swinging cooked raw, if you played the field you was not
Fast of a CREAM chasing team
Trying to through the hood and lie, get left for dead naked in Queens
Let them niggaz wear that, we take the credit
we was shopping for more Nikes and off-whites
Heroin stirrers, the crib, cracked
Career thugs who serve only and jurors
Got to make my money this year, whether through rhyming or criming
I'll be on the line my iron
Promised them llamas'll fly fast, at pirahnas
Trying to intervene, get caught dead, no head in
You live like a slouch from
Nobody mad, you was a fake, dead, die with no
Cause you crossed the line Miller's 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 stay flooded with crack rocks and Mac
The scenery's money, in the back drop
The livest'll pop, the get chopped where they stand
Singing the name, dropped in the stand
Drug kills, blood on my bills, mud on my Nikes
Only buying with the couple that I trust with my
Twenty four sev' ducking the feds, infrared lead
Gamble off track betting instead
In my hood anybody can get it, and everybody it
Cutthroat executives, the corners, the
And the is to be boss of all bosses
The cost is ya life, with sharks and orcas
So ya guards up, or get scarred up
It's a World, I told you with Allah Just'
The the funds, the bigger the guns that's blazing
It's sick in the slums and are stunting for nathin'

Killah]
Aiyo, my gun been in more niggaz mouths a whore had dick
With nuts on the side of her jaw
It's Rigatone, nigga, through airports
Riding on niggaz like MJ, 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 Ghostface Killah'll stretch you out like mad words in a sentence
Smell the gas burning (yeah) the fire (word)
Real talk, not that bullshit from The Wire
It's them disco kids that iron
Champion hoods, if ya coke don't freeze, my face is not worth
We crack eightballs with pool
jump off a mountain of bricks
Fuck you up if you those nicks
Toney Starks the octagon, my ox is on
Snap Matt Hughes' neck my boxers on

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