Luyện nghe bài hát Mean Streets

[Intro: (man)]
(Aiyo, Chef?) What up, my
(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, watch ya back, Ya Neck and all that shit, man
Thirty nine motherfuckers already got up
Indicted, word, I'm bird eye it right 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: Bang Bang]
For these mean from Cali to New York
Who could ya trust? Niggaz do talk
Running the feds and out of state troopers
Look up ahead, you know we got shooters

The blocks is molded, up ya sword piece
Moving through them housing with ki's
Rembrandts is fresh from Scotland, crisp hats, Cristal
Niggaz the problems, we back
It's time to over the game, it's nothing
I on the line, from corner to castles with pawns and capsules
and find, my money's up, I'm praying for war
I do this all the time, all the time, all the
Faces of Doom, in the lobby
Swinging raw, if you played the field you was not leaving
Fast pace of a CREAM team
Trying to come 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 Nikes and
Heroin stirrers, the crib, cracked
Career thugs who 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 them llamas'll fly fast, at pirahnas
to intervene, get caught dead, no head in pijamas
You live like a slouch vouchers
Nobody mad, you was a fake, dead, die no trousers
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, they me back in
The streets flooded with crack rocks and Mac shots
The scenery's money, guerrillas in the drop
The livest'll pop, the weakest get where they stand
Singing the judge's name, dropped in the
Drug money kills, on my bills, mud on my Nikes
Only buying with the couple I trust with my life
Twenty sev' ducking the feds, infrared wtih lead
Gamble with off track betting
In my hood can get it, and everybody want it
executives, the corners, the office
And the thought is to be boss of all
The cost is ya life, swimming sharks and orcas
So keep ya guards up, or get up
It's a Cold World, I told you with Allah
The the funds, the bigger the guns that's blazing
It's sick in the slums and niggaz are stunting for

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

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