Luyện nghe bài hát Street Fame

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

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

Closed caskets, expose I leave 'em bloody
Deloris 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

Lethal weapon savage, still a method to my madness
niggaz laugh call 'em care cabbage
Read 'em and weep, put 'em to sleep they bound
Lyrics will leave 'em spell bound, clown now of bein' held down

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

We havin' it
Time to tear this shit back, ghetto kick back
Once I hit the mat, niggaz never get this shit back
it so eloquently, my pistols represent me
Bust until my rounds empty, back for the fame

One to my true thugs
Comin' to a ghetto you, Street fame, bust
Comin' to a ghetto near you, Street
All out warfare, eye for a eye
Bustin' on my enemies bad boy killin', straight you
Fuck Lil' Kim you Nasty

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

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

The prophecy is clear niggaz lock 'n load
Strategize no fear, wagin' war for years
The crack game wasn't big enough, ready to
Bitch made motherfuckers get murdered and

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

Currency in stacks artillery in the
armies, we camouflaged in all black
When we attack, out my set
Nigga tighten jaw, givin' birth to outlawz
Ha, ha, Street

Bust, nigga,
to a ghetto near you, hell, yeah, it's true
Street
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 hard to hide my face
placed the name but can't recall description
I ain't did shit officer bitch trippin'

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

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

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

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

the Don, Killuminati
Comin' to a ghetto you, Street fame
Yo, check this out, I'ma tell you this
Fame

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