Luyện nghe bài hát Street Fame

Turn it up in my head
to a ghetto near you, Street fame, more
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 being traced surveillance silently
Momma chill, thug livin' pay the bills and die

Closed caskets, bastards I leave 'em bloody
Deloris Tucker don't let your kids hear a nigga
On gettin' money ain't funny, green, got a nigga seein' things
Why, hit the lye to God I can fly

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

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

We havin' it
to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back
Once I hit the mat, will never get this shit back
Spit it so eloquently, my pistols me
Bust until my empty, back for the street fame

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Floatin' while we tokin' on this potent
Flossin' in the thug stance, flippin' pockets out inside my
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 them worrin' bitches
Penitentiary's a possibility, and pray
a rubber so I live to fuck another day, hey
Ain't strange, I'm 25 dyin' to change
But still I bang street fame, that's the end of that

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

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

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