Luyện nghe bài hát Street Fame

Turn it up in my head
Coming to a ghetto near you, street
More, to a ghetto near you

I wasn't mad until tricks shot me, it's time to sanitize my posse
Look how these niggas got me
Cellular calls are being traced, since surveillance
Momma chill thug livin' pay the bills and die

caskets expose bastards I leave 'em bloody
Deloris tucker don't let your kids hear a nigga speak on gettin'
Ain't funny, green, got a nigga seein' things
Why, hit the lye to God I can fly

Lethal weapon I'm a savage, still a to my madness
Blast niggaz call 'em care cabbage
'em and weep, put 'em to sleep they hell bound
Lyrics will leave 'em spell bound, clown now tired of being down

Cross my heart to die blinded in some pussy millionaire
Living care free, sucka free, haters miss me
Hope in times never catch me slippin'
Fuck authorities wonder why minorities be trippin' we ain't having it

Time to tear shit back, ghetto children kick back
I hit the mat niggaz will never get this shit back
Spit it so eloquently, my represent me
Bust until my rounds empty, for the street fame

One love to my true thugs comin' to a ghetto you, street fame
Bust, comin' to a ghetto you, street fame
All out warfare, eye for a eye on my enemies bad boy killing
(Comin' to a ghetto you, street fame)
Straight dissing you, fuck Lil' Kim you nasty

Temperatures niggaz blinded by my lyrical disguise
No time to retreats, niggaz shiver and die
Multiple rounds found in his body and face
in plastic, the acid erased all traces

Criminal tactics the rap game became so
mind mashed all the walls they blasted
If we bleed then suffocate chokin' in terror
So we strive we reflect in the mirrors

The prophecy is clear niggaz an' load disappear
Strategize with no fear, war for years
The game wasn't big enough, ready to rush
You made motherfuckers get murdered and touched

I go to jail niggaz free me, speakin' freely
Conversatin' with my comrades Swahili
Indeed nature feel my first seed it gets
Plans are cursed to be a G on the first to

in stacks, artillery in the back strapped
Armies, we camouflaged in all
we attack, holla out my set, nigga tighten your jaw
Givin' to outlaws, street fame

Bust nigga bust, comin' to a near you, street fame it's true
(Hell yeah)
Only Makaveli the don can put it like this, hey Nas
(Comin' to a near you with street fame)

identification, got me rushed to the station
Stuck in this line up tryin' to hide my face
They placed the name but recall description
I ain't did shit officer, bitch trippin'

Promise they plan busted, no man to be trusted
Everything corrupted once man touched it,
Hoping none of the spies find me
That's why we bye bye daily, knowin' trail me

But why cry floatin' while we tokin' on potent branch
Flossing in the thug stance, pockets out inside my pants
Never underestimate me, hate me, see me and hide
Sure as hollow points shatter, die

Spread love dead thugs buried in riches
Take a chance to advance fuck worryin' bitches
Penitentiary's a possibility, and pray
Wear a rubber so I to fuck another day

Hey ain't nothin' strange, I'm 25 to change
But still I wanting street fame
That's the end of that, out, Makaveli the don
the outlaws

Street fame, one love to my true
to a ghetto near you, street fame
Makaveli the don,
to a ghetto near you, street fame
Yo check out, I'm a tell you like this, street fame

If the lifestyle you living
Got you more fucking shorts than getting props
Then that lifestyle need to stop, best to recognize outlaw shit
'Cause only in outlaw lifestyle can you truly come to
To see this life's supposed to be like
Nigga you'll to see riches, fine bitches and hitting switches
Shit, to me that sound delicious