Luyện nghe bài hát Street Fame

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

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

Closed expose bastards I leave 'em bloody
tucker don't let your kids hear a nigga speak on gettin' money
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 method to my
Blast niggaz laugh 'em care cabbage
Read 'em and weep, put 'em to they hell bound
Lyrics will leave 'em bound, clown now tired of being held down

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

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

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

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

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

The prophecy is clear niggaz lock an' disappear
Strategize with no fear, waging war for
The crack wasn't big enough, ready to rush
You bitch motherfuckers get murdered and touched

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

Currency in stacks, artillery in the strapped
Armies, we camouflaged in all
When we attack, holla out my set, tighten your jaw
birth to outlaws, street fame

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

Positive identification, got me 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, that trippin'

Promise retaliation they busted, no man to be trusted
Everything corrupted once man it, Kamikaze
Hoping that none of the find me
That's why we bye bye daily, knowin' cops me

But why cry floatin' we tokin' on this potent branch
Flossing in the stance, flipping pockets out inside my pants
Never me, playa hate me, see me and hide
as hollow points shatter, enemies die

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

Hey nothin' strange, I'm 25 dying to change
But still I bang street fame
That's the end of that, out, Makaveli the don
Representin' the

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

If the that you living
Got you taking more fucking shorts than props
Then that lifestyle need to stop, best to some outlaw shit
only in this outlaw lifestyle can you truly come to
To see what this supposed to be like
Nigga you'll start to see riches, fine bitches and switches
Shit, to me that shit sound