Luyện nghe bài hát Street Bullies

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

[Chorus: Ghostface
We street for cheddar, and that's our word
Pop bottles and spend money on chicks curves
We the youth justice, the kings and the Yankees
Our flows is vicious, check, check out my melodies

Wigs]
We gifted with to make the streets spaz
And I'm with money like {?} grabs
Blow bags of that purple 'til I'm purple like
Burn spinach cause it up flows, Shawn's a menace
Even Barack "The Wire," the streets is political
how the '89 analog switched to digital
It's a miracle, we rich, offa visuals
Millionaires doors, split them residuals
and still don't know how to act, spend 5 beams on
Steady blowin by the stack
I get my change, now go cop, a drink
And have a hoe butt-naked washed up by the
Blowin stink, and I don't see on the field
So I'ma ass on that field
The Doe Wilson walk around with a of Spades
Diamonds lookin like I 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
know I keep that black girl, the black guns and the AK's
I'm where you lay, and yeah I'm gonna spray - hey!
what'chu lookin at? The crook's back
Staten Island got my back, Brooklyn let it clap
Half these niggaz ride out, Harlem niggaz it real
Bronx got a shorty there, that's my little
{?}, Rose, Donnie cake,
M6, no top on it,
Rubber grip, steel, the night look gray
Yeah, this that fly shit, patch over the eye
Slick Rick, bruh, these be on my dick
Yeah I'm the new draft pick, about to get my ass
Street bullies blastin, you 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 gonna me when I leave?
Besides 8 times 5, got tricks up in my sleeve
Guaranteed, ain't around these beez
See the team, we sleep, cause niggaz need green
We different, we chase money, y'all can chase dreams
Came a long way, don't that bread 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 when that pop
Y'all niggaz once too much, that's why your brain stopped
Lock and load both of 40's I make the place hot
You can't that up with no shirt, that take mops
Out the here's another bomb let that bass drop