Luyện nghe bài hát Street Fame

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

I wasn't mad until tricks shot me, it's time to sanitize my posse
Look how paranoid niggas got me
Cellular calls are being traced, 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 gettin'
Ain't nothin' funny, green, got a nigga seein'
Why, hit the lye to God I can fly

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

Cross my hope to die blinded in some pussy millionaire
care free, sucka free, playa haters miss me
Hope in hard times catch me slippin'
Fuck they wonder why minorities be trippin' we ain't having it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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