Luyện nghe bài hát Street Cinema

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Never stall with a hundred grand to 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 a gamble right?
So everyday a niggas just a dice man
Credit go where due, yo niggas is nice man
Know the game and they caught up in your "Where's my man?"
Shouldn't to say it twice man

of the rhymes
Money and if you ain't catch it the first time
Me and mine live and every segment on the regent
Coming hard the jeans look pregnant

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kicking down bikes they fall like
in a row
Rock a block with that kinda

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

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

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