Luyện nghe bài hát Street Cinema

Cousin cousin, I'm pissy drunkin'
How 'bout I smack you snuff him and him
What then? Nothing, you gon' be like stop
Your man laying there dropped laying there shot

Think not, come the war burdens for certain
You be laying no shirt in the dirt with blood squirting
Knocked out and stomped out with soles and
Piss in your face, wake you up, and do the shit again

Smack men for jumping in, and get our rob on
Rock on pop long gone with your watch on
When cops exit on some next shit
You with the paramedics, we on poles calisthenics

So yo, get the fuck away from my car back
Aiyyo pop the hatch and get those two bats for these cats
That get that plus I'm to' from the flo' up, know
get off me chill let me go fuck that hold up

Street cinema, cinematics, streets in it
Street scenery, in the street running
cinema, street cinematics, streets in it
Street scenery, ballers in the running

Street cinema, cinematics, streets in it
Street scenery, ballers in the winning

Getting rich off the street, feins in the spinning
moves spent bent chocola sent
Moving dimes a minute then sprint
If I recall, 'em all the best way to ball

Never stall with a grand to break ya fall
glove face smacking
Go gat waste packing, car car jacking
Me I'm safe cracking and I'm in it for life man

But life's a right?
So everyday a niggas just a dice man
Credit go where credit due, yo is nice man
Know the game and they caught up in your "Where's my man?"
have to say it twice man

Sign of the
Money and marijuana if you catch it the first time
Me and mine live and every segment on the regent
Coming hard until the look pregnant

cinema, street cinematics, streets in it
Street scenery, in the street running
Street cinema, street cinematics, in it
Street scenery, ballers in the street

Marlon Brando weep concealed three best the bill
Aiyo tell them chill each one wanna clench the bill, for real
safe cracking resort to face tracking
Prints hacking, niggas skeet through the tracking

a block packing, nigga stash yo ash
Either act you know or you best go ask
See my Lex go past give niggas the
Class smoking grass until the crashed

At last who to God for talents to rhyme Lord?
Time is toured not like on the Concorde
Sit back and laugh, we made it baby gravy
me on 180 with the Yankee Flip Avery

You sick baby 'cause look different now
With tighter rhymes written niggas is living now
And we spitting like wow them is hot I need a dub
Nigga we see the love rock a block a blood

We be in a club with V.I.P. smoking
Scoping now she open posing Trojans
This the life we got girls the dice
Two keys for one rice probably fixing it

Kicking bikes they fall like dominos
in a row
Rock a block with that dough

Street cinema, street cinematics, in it
Street scenery, in the street running
Street cinema, cinematics, streets in it
scenery, ballers in the street running

Street cinema, street cinematics, in it
Street scenery, ballers in the street
Street cinema, street cinematics, in it
scenery, ballers in the street running

Yeah, Y-O in the
Thievz in the mother
Rock a block, callers
9-7 and
And you what?
That is trash