Luyện nghe bài hát Street Bullies

[Intro: Louch]
Geah! Aiyyo Starks,
What it do

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

Wigs]
We with vocab to make the streets spaz
And I'm infatuated money like {?} grabs
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
how the '89 analog switched to digital
It's a miracle, we rich, offa visuals
open 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 a hoe butt-naked washed up by the sink
stink, and I don't see grass on the field
So tear ass on that field
The Doe Wilson walk around with a of Spades
Diamonds lookin like I flossed in a

[Sheek
Dee dee dee da dee, dee dee dee dee da dee day
You asked for G oh won't you please come out and play
They know I keep that black girl, the black and the AK's
I'm comin you lay, and yeah I'm gonna spray - hey!
Motherfucker what'chu at? The crook's back
Island got my back, Brooklyn niggaz let it clap
Half these niggaz ride out, niggaz keep it real
got a shorty there, that's my little hideout
{?}, Rose, cake, souflee
M6, no top on it,
Rubber grip, steel, the night look gray
Yeah, that fly shit, patch over the eye shit
Rick, bruh, these bitches be on my dick
Yeah I'm the new draft pick, about to get my ass
Street 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 - are you gonna miss me when I leave?
Besides this 8 times 5, got up in my sleeve
Guaranteed, ain't nobody around these
See the team, we sleep, cause niggaz need green
We bleed different, we chase money, y'all can chase
Came a long way, fuck that bread up in between
Tell 'em God sent you, load up wop and let it ring ock
It's more than raindrops, when nigga name get scratched off
like his dropped, that's when that thang pop
Y'all niggaz thought once too much, why your brain stopped
Lock and load both of them 40's I make the hot
You can't wipe that up with no shirt, that mops
Out the window here's another bomb let bass drop