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 continental suite
With the armadillo rollin' up dutches that motherfuckers

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

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

nigga, take the stand to testify he gonna die with the jury
And I might kidnap the judge or send a
To lean on the prosecutors so the DA
I got niggas that'll for a grand

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

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 in our prime you want us then come and try us

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

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

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

Infrared like a traffic jam at night
any man in sight with his hands upon a mic
Wanna light, I got the torch, up north
For any nigga puttin' flamed on a Porches and drive on

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

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 hard to find
Street kings in our prime you us then 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 kings in our prime touching the streets grinds

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

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

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

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

a man turn to mice than mice turn to man
See my nigga take the turn my other 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 shoot but I eat bullets, I missiles
And my eyeballs like crystals, my shits official
It's humaro Merofrista

Yo, yo, Luke and everything I sit on fat
Niggaz be like oh shit, how a nigga on that?
You see me shit on and grit on tracks
with 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 guys
I mean itsy bitsy little bitty weeni
I done seen guys bought as big as my gats
And they ain't even got enough strength to on that

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

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 step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
kings 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 on the grind
And if you doubt step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
kings in our prime you want us then come and try us

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 up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
kings in our prime we're touching the streets grinds

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 want us then and try us