Luyện nghe bài hát Street Cinema

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

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

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

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

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Street scenery, ballers in the street
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Street scenery, ballers in the winning

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

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

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

Sign of the
Money and marijuana if you ain't it the first time
Me and mine and shine every segment on the regent
hard until the jeans look pregnant

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

Marlon Brando weep concealed with three best the
Aiyo tell them chill each one wanna clench the bill, for real
Don't safe cracking resort to tracking
Prints computer hacking, niggas skeet the tracking

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

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

You sick baby niggas look different now
With tighter rhymes written hell niggas is now
And we spitting wow them kids is hot I need a dub
Nigga we see the rock a block beat a blood

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

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

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

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

Yeah, Y-O in the
Sporty in the mother
a block, shot callers
9-7 and
And you what?
shit is trash