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 me, it's time to sanitize my posse
how paranoid these niggas got me
Cellular are being traced, since surveillance silently
Momma chill thug livin' pay the and die violently

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

Cross my heart hope to die in some pussy millionaire
Living free, sucka free, playa haters miss me
in hard times 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 back
Spit it so eloquently, my represent me
Bust until my empty, back for the street fame

One love to my true comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame
Bust, comin' to a 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 you, fuck Lil' Kim you nasty bitch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

fame, one love to my true niggaz
Comin' to a ghetto near you, street
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 lifestyle need 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 to see riches, fine bitches and hitting switches
Shit, to me shit sound delicious