Luyện nghe bài hát Street Kings

Fuck it, yo, who the MC on the west?
By far me and in my car is a continental tea
And my broad in that suite
With the armadillo rollin' up like that motherfuckers

with the kid, click clack, motherfuckers
Let them bullets burn six pack, motherfuckers
Get jacked, motherfucker, you come to Compton
Get a mack, motherfucker, you come to Compton

I walk through Times Square my Johnson
A cross style make a run threw Yonkers
I got D-blocks like the locks and these glocks to pop
And nigga I your watch, so roll over, you can die with the jury

First nigga, the stand to testify he gonna die with the jury
And I might the judge or send a team
To lean on the so the DA budge
I got that'll ride for a grand

So my rock like Earl Manson
You can die you stand
You got his you can die with your man
I'll let you jog for about 30 then you gunned down

You know GL shit we got G's on the line
Or G's on the squad, all week on the
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to
kings in our prime you want us then come and try us

You know GL shit we got G's on the line
Or G's on the all week on the grind
And if you that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime, you want us come and try us

I'm a it to the next, take it to a motherfuckin' neck
Pull up on a nigga triggers and techs
We droppin' beads, you easy to read
This is the end of the road for whole ass

Smoke grass by the pound, holds 17 rounds
And the knock any nigga down
Rap you like a come threw and kill you and your people
Said them that I shitted on you nigga like I was a of seagulls

beam like a traffic jam at night
Handle any man in with his hands upon a mic
light, I got the torch, California up north
For any nigga flamed on a Porches and never drive on

Bitch, you're die on
San Quinton for and catch a live one
Bust shots at the clouds, so we can some
Get up off your ass and and grind some

You know this GL shit, we got G's on the
Or G's on the all week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we hard to find
Street kings in our prime you want us then and try us

You know this GL shit we got G's on the
Or G's on the squad, all week on the
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to
Street kings in our we're touching the streets grinds

fuckers on the tip of the gat
You can put on flat but I'll that, I'll open you up like a mat
if you heard at I squirted and murdered a man
And these new nigga talk like we heard of them plans

Seventy-two 36 millimeters in your mini van
off on you nigga and your mini-mans
Only thing runnin' is blood so we gettin' grand
So we will your head, nigga, straight through your hand

Or get off in yo ass nigga like Jackie
And it's all said and done it's a one will stand
Gunnin' this motorbike, feelin' power man
A 185 miles per hour, man, I stay with the Taliban
I up, show up, show up, show up

talk about money, they forgot the struggle
Playas paint a perfect picture, forgot the hustle
of a puzzle, guzzlin' pints, watchin' the moonlight
Turn to sunlight, street more gun fights, penitentiary

Seen a man turn to than mice turn to man
See my nigga take the turn my other mans hand
Got me in my abdomen, got me servin' grams again
Grams rapped in rubber bands, on them rubbers bands

rollin, 'dro blowin', I'm gettin' rich you see my fro growin'
Ho's knowin' I them to the fullest, respect a gangsta
You can but I eat bullets, I shit missiles
And my eyeballs like crystals, my shits official
It's more Merofrista

Yo, yo, it's and everything I sit on fat
Niggaz be like oh shit, how a nigga on that?
You wanna see me shit on and on tracks
Glock the red paint, puttin' it on hat
Talk about the real not the 760

The that they took the fair team to get me
You don't want it with my dogs, you got teeni
I mean bitsy little bitty weeni guys
I done seen them bought as big as my gats
And they ain't even got strength to squeeze on that

You real hard core shit I be's on that
Cop the XLT you put threes on that, put cheese on
When luchi seeks squeeze on gats we even these on flat
G's messin' low they got g's on and have
How your momma outside "Please don't clap"

You know GL shit we got G's on the line
Or G's on the squad, all week on the
And if you doubt step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime we're the streets grinds

You this GL shit we got G's on the line
Or G's on the squad, all on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime you want us come and try us

You this GL shit we got G's on the line
Or G's on the squad, all week on the
And if you doubt step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street in our prime we're touching the streets grinds

You know GL shit we got G's on the line
Or G's on the squad, all week on the
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to
Street kings in our prime you want us come and try us