Luyện nghe bài hát Street Kings

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

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

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

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

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

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 up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime you want us come and try us

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

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

Smoke by the pound, glock holds 17 rounds
And the flow'll knock any nigga
Rap you like a burrito come threw and kill you and people
them that I shitted on you nigga like I was a flock of seagulls

Infrared like a traffic jam at night
Handle any man in sight with his hands a mic
Wanna light, I got the torch, California up
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 GL shit, we got G's on the line
Or G's on the squad all week on the
And if you doubt that up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our you want us then come and try us

You know 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, 'cuz we ain't to find
Street kings in our prime 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
Even if you heard at I and murdered a man
And these new school nigga talk like we heard of them

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

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

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

Seen a man to mice than mice turn to man
See my nigga take the stand turn my mans hand
Got me nauseous in my abdomen, got me servin' 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 pimp to the fullest, respect a gangsta
You can but I eat bullets, I shit missiles
And my look like crystals, my shits official
more humaro Merofrista

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

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

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

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

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

You know 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, 'cuz we ain't hard to
Street kings in our prime touching 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 step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime you want us then and try us