Luyện nghe bài hát Street Fame

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

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

Closed caskets bastards I leave 'em bloody
Deloris tucker 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 to my madness
Blast niggaz laugh call 'em care
Read 'em and weep, put 'em to they hell bound
Lyrics leave 'em spell bound, clown now tired of being held down

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

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

One love to my true thugs comin' to a ghetto you, street fame
Bust, to a ghetto near 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 plot retreats, niggaz and die
Multiple rounds found laced in his body and
in plastic, the acid erased all traces

Criminal tactics the rap game so drastic
Military mind all the walls they blasted
If we bleed then they chokin' in terror
So we strive singularize we in the mirrors

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

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

in stacks, artillery in the back strapped
Armies, we in all black
When we attack, holla out my set, nigga your jaw
Givin' birth to outlaws, street

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 you with street fame)

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

Promise retaliation they busted, no man to be trusted
corrupted once man touched it, Kamikaze
Hoping that 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
as hollow points shatter, enemies die

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

Hey ain't strange, I'm 25 dying to change
But I bang wanting street fame
the end of that, thugged out, Makaveli the don
Representin' the

Street fame, one love to my true
Comin' to a near you, street fame
Makaveli the don,
Comin' to a ghetto you, street fame
Yo this 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 to stop, best to recognize some outlaw shit
'Cause only in outlaw lifestyle can you truly come to
To see this life's supposed to be like
Nigga you'll start to see riches, fine and hitting switches
Shit, to me shit sound delicious