Luyện nghe bài hát Street Bullies

[Intro: Sheek
Geah! Starks, whattup?
What it do

Ghostface Killah]
We street bullies for cheddar, and our word
Pop and spend money on chicks with curves
We the youth poetic justice, the kings and the
Our flows is vicious, check, check out my melodies

[Shawn
We gifted with to make the streets spaz
And I'm infatuated with money like {?}
Blow bags of that purple I'm purple like Grimace
Burn spinach cause it keep up flows, a menace
Even Barack "The Wire," the streets is political
Watch how the '89 analog to digital
It's a miracle, we gettin rich, visuals
Millionaires doors, split them residuals
and still don't know how to act, spend 5 on jeans
Steady blowin by the stack
I get my change, now go cop, a drink
And have a hoe butt-naked up by the sink
Blowin stink, and I don't see on the field
So I'ma tear ass on field
The Doe Wilson walk around with a bottle of
lookin like I flossed in a cascade

[Sheek
Dee dee dee da dee, dee dee dee dee da dee day
You asked for Donnie G oh you please come out and play
They know I keep that black girl, the guns and the AK's
I'm comin where you lay, and I'm gonna spray - hey!
what'chu lookin at? The crook's back
Staten Island got my back, Brooklyn let it clap
Half niggaz ride out, Harlem niggaz keep it real
Bronx got a shorty there, that's my little
{?}, Rose, cake, souflee
M6, no top on it,
Rubber grip, stainless steel, the night look
Yeah, that fly shit, patch over the eye shit
Slick Rick, bruh, bitches be on my dick
Yeah I'm the new draft pick, about to get my ass
bullies blastin, you ain't gotta ask it
Ghostface, Wigs, will put you in a

[Sun
Can I, it? Yes you can
Can I, it? Yes you can
Can I, it? Yes you can
Well I'm gone - are you miss me when I leave?
Besides this 8 times 5, got tricks up in my
Guaranteed, ain't nobody these beez
See the team, we don't sleep, cause need green
We bleed different, we chase money, y'all can dreams
Came a long way, don't fuck that up in between
Tell 'em God sent you, up that wop and let it ring ock
It's more raindrops, when your nigga name get scratched off
like his name dropped, that's that thang pop
Y'all niggaz thought once too much, that's why your brain
Lock and both of them 40's I make the place hot
You can't wipe that up no shirt, that take mops
Out the window here's another let that bass drop