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 these tricks shot me, time to sanitize my posse
Look how these niggas got me
Cellular calls are being traced, since silently
Momma chill thug livin' pay the bills and die

Closed caskets expose bastards I 'em bloody
Deloris tucker let your kids hear a nigga speak on gettin' money
Ain't nothin' funny, green, got a nigga 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 sleep they hell
Lyrics will leave 'em bound, clown now tired of being held down

Cross my heart hope to die blinded in some millionaire
Living free, sucka free, playa haters miss me
in hard 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
Once I hit the mat niggaz will never get this back
it so eloquently, my pistols represent me
Bust my rounds empty, back for the street fame

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But why cry floatin' while we tokin' on this branch
Flossing in the thug stance, flipping pockets out inside my
Never underestimate me, playa me, see me and hide
Sure as points shatter, enemies die

love dead thugs gettin' buried in riches
Take a chance to advance fuck them bitches
a possibility, bust and pray
Wear a rubber so I live to fuck day

Hey ain't nothin' strange, I'm 25 dying to
But still I bang wanting street
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
the don, Killuminati
Comin' to a near you, street fame
Yo check this out, I'm a tell you this, street fame

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