Luyện nghe bài hát Street Fame

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

I mad until these tricks shot me, it's time to sanitize my posse
Look how these niggas got me
Cellular are being traced, since surveillance silently
Momma chill thug pay the bills and die violently

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

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

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

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

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

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

tactics the rap game became so drastic
Military mind mashed all the walls they
If we bleed then they suffocate in terror
So we singularize we reflect in the mirrors

The is clear niggaz lock an' load disappear
Strategize with no fear, waging war for
The crack game big enough, ready to rush
You bitch made motherfuckers get and touched

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

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

Bust nigga bust, comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame it's
(Hell yeah)
Only Makaveli the don can put it down this, hey Nas
(Comin' to a ghetto near you 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 did shit officer, that bitch trippin'

Promise retaliation they plan busted, no man to be
Everything corrupted once man touched it,
Hoping none of the spies 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 underestimate me, hate me, see me and hide
Sure as hollow points shatter, die

love dead 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 fuck day

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

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 this out, I'm a tell you this, street fame

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