Luyện nghe bài hát Mean Streets

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

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

The blocks is molded, step up ya sword
Moving them housing with more ki's
is fresh from Scotland, crisp hats, Cristal bottles
Niggaz want the problems, we
It's to take over the game, it's nothing
I live on the line, from corner to castles pawns and capsules
Scramble and find, my up, I'm praying for war
I do this all the time, all the time, all the
Faces of Doom, sling in the
Swinging raw, if you played the field you was not leaving
pace of a CREAM chasing team
Trying to come through the hood and lie, get left for 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, mirrors
Career who serve only judges and jurors
Got to make my money this year, whether it's rhyming or criming
I'll be on the with my iron
Promised llamas'll fly fast, quick at pirahnas
Trying to intervene, get caught dead, no head in
You live like a 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 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 rocks and Mac shots
The scenery's money, guerrillas in the back
The livest'll pop, the weakest get where they stand
Singing the judge's name, in the stand
money kills, blood on my bills, mud on my Nikes
Only buying the couple that I trust with my life
Twenty four sev' ducking the feds, 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 boss of all
The cost is ya life, swimming with sharks and
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 guns blazing
It's sick in the slums and are stunting for nathin'

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

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