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 continental
the armadillo rollin' up dutches like that motherfuckers

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

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

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

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 30 seconds then you gunned down

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

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 that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to
kings in our prime, you want 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
is the end of the road for whole ass MC's

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

Infrared like a traffic jam at night
Handle any man in with his hands upon 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 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 all week on the grind
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 this GL shit we got G's on the
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 touching the grinds

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

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

Or get off in yo ass nigga Jackie Chan
And when it's all said and done it's a one will
Gunnin' this motorbike, feelin' this 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
Pieces of a puzzle, guzzlin' pints, the moonlight
to sunlight, street more gun fights, penitentiary kites

Seen a man turn to mice than mice to man
See my nigga take the stand turn my other mans
Got me in my abdomen, got me servin' grams again
Grams rapped in rubber bands, 22's on them rubbers

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

Yo, yo, it's Luke and I sit on fat
Niggaz be like oh shit, how a shit on that?
You wanna see me on and grit on tracks
Glock the red paint, puttin' it on hat
about 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 teeni
I mean itsy bitsy little bitty weeni
I done them 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 cheese on
When luchi seeks squeeze on we even leave these on flat
G's messin' low they got g's on and have
How your outside screamin' "Please don't clap"

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, 'cuz we hard to find
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 that step up, we ain't hard to find
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 squad, all on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to
Street kings in our prime we're touching the grinds

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