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 look how paranoid these niggaz got me
Cellular calls are traced since surveillance silently
Momma chill, thug livin' pay the and die violently

Closed caskets, bastards I leave 'em bloody
Deloris Tucker don't let your 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 laugh call 'em care cabbage
Read 'em and weep, put 'em to they hell bound
Lyrics will leave 'em spell bound, clown now tired of bein' down

Cross my hope to die, blinded in some pussy millionaire
Livin' care free, free, playa haters miss me
Hope in times never catch me slippin'
Fuck authorities they wonder why 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 shit
Spit it so eloquently, my represent me
Bust until my rounds empty, back for the fame

One love to my true
Comin' to a ghetto near you, Street fame,
Comin' to a ghetto you, Street fame
All out warfare, eye for a eye
Bustin' on my bad boy killin', straight dissin' you
Fuck Kim you Nasty Bitch

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

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

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

I go to jail niggaz screamin', me', speakin' freely
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 in the back
Strapped armies, we camouflaged in all
When we attack, out my set
tighten your jaw, givin' birth to outlawz
Ha, ha, Street

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

Positive 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 shit that bitch trippin'

retaliation they plan busted, no man to be trusted
Everything corrupted man touched it
Kamikaze, hopin' that of the spies find me
That's why we bye, bye knowin' cops trail me, but why cry?

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

love dead thugs, gettin' buried in riches
Take a to advance fuck them worrin' bitches
Penitentiary's a possibility, and pray
Wear a rubber so I live to another day, hey
Ain't nothin' strange, I'm 25 dyin' to
But still I bang wantin' street fame, the end of that

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

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

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