Luyện nghe bài hát Street Fame

Turn it up in my phones
Comin' to a ghetto you, Street fame, more
Haha, comin' to a ghetto you

I wasn't mad these tricks shot me
It's time to sanitize my posse look how these niggaz got me
Cellular calls are traced since surveillance silently
chill, thug livin' pay the bills and die violently

Closed caskets, expose bastards I leave 'em
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'ma savage, a method to my madness
Blast niggaz call 'em care cabbage
'em and weep, put 'em to sleep they hell bound
Lyrics will leave 'em spell bound, clown now tired of held down

Cross my heart hope to die, blinded in some pussy
Livin' care free, sucka free, playa haters me
in hard times never catch me slippin'
Fuck authorities they wonder why minorities be

We havin' it
Time to this 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 until my rounds empty, back for the fame

One love to my thugs
Comin' to a near you, Street fame, bust
Comin' to a near you, Street fame
All out warfare, eye for a eye
Bustin' on my enemies bad boy killin', dissin' you
Lil' Kim you Nasty Bitch

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

Criminal tactics the rap game became so
Military mind mashed all the walls they
If we then they suffocate, chokin' in terror
So we singularize we reflect in the mirrors

The prophecy is clear lock 'n load disappear
with no fear, wagin' war for years
The crack game big enough, ready to rush
Bitch motherfuckers get murdered and touched

I go to jail screamin', 'Free me', speakin' freely
with my comrades kickin' Swahili
Indeed nature feel my 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' birth to
Ha, ha, Street

Bust, nigga,
Comin' to a ghetto you, hell, yeah, it's true
fame
Only Makaveli the Don can put it down this, hey Nas
to a ghetto near you with Street fame

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

Promise retaliation plan busted, no man to be trusted
Everything once man touched it
Kamikaze, hopin' that none of the find me
That's why we bye, bye daily cops trail me, but why cry?

Floatin' while we tokin' on potent branch
in the thug stance, flippin' pockets out inside my pants
Never underestimate me, hate me, see me and hide
Sure as hollow points shatter, die

Spread love dead thugs, buried in riches
Take a chance to advance fuck them bitches
a possibility, bust and pray
Wear a rubber so I to fuck another day, hey
nothin' strange, I'm 25 dyin' to change
But still I wantin' street fame, that's the end of that

out, Makaveli the Don
Representin' the Outlawz, fame
One love to my true
Comin' to a ghetto near you, fame

Makaveli the Don,
Comin' to a ghetto near you, Street
Yo, check this out, I'ma you like this
Street

If the lifestyle that you
Got you takin' more fuckin' shorts than props
Then that lifestyle need to stop, best to recognize some Outlaw
'Cuz only in Outlaw lifestyle can you truly come to
To see what this life's supposed to be
Nigga you'll start to see riches, bitches and hittin' switches
Shit, to me shit
To me that sound delicious