Luyện nghe bài hát Street Fame

Turn it up in my phones
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 paranoid niggaz got me
Cellular calls are being traced since surveillance
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 seein' things
Why, hit the lye to God I can fly

weapon I'ma savage, still a method to my madness
Blast niggaz laugh call 'em cabbage
Read 'em and weep, put 'em to sleep hell bound
Lyrics will leave 'em spell bound, clown now tired of held down

Cross my hope to die, blinded in some pussy millionaire
Livin' care free, sucka free, playa haters me
Hope in hard times catch me slippin'
Fuck they wonder why minorities be trippin'

We havin' it
Time to tear this shit back, ghetto children back
Once I hit the mat, niggaz will get this shit back
it so eloquently, my pistols represent me
Bust until my empty, back for the street fame

One love to my true
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 killin', straight dissin' you
Fuck Lil' Kim you Bitch

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

Criminal tactics the rap became so drastic
Military mind mashed all the they blasted
If we then they suffocate, chokin' 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 wasn't big enough, ready to rush
Bitch made motherfuckers get murdered and

I go to jail niggaz screamin', 'Free me', freely
Conversation 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 in the back
Strapped armies, we camouflaged in all
we attack, holla out my set
Nigga tighten your jaw, birth to outlawz
Ha, ha, fame

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 Street

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

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

Floatin' while we on this potent branch
Flossin' in the thug stance, flippin' pockets out my pants
underestimate me, playa hate me, see me and hide
Sure as hollow points shatter, die

Spread dead thugs, gettin' buried in riches
Take a chance to advance them worrin' 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 I bang wantin' street fame, that's the end of that

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

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

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