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 in that continental suite
With the armadillo rollin' up dutches that motherfuckers

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

I walk through Times holdin' my Johnson
A cross style make a run threw Yonkers
I got D-blocks like the and these 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 a team
To lean on the so the DA budge
I got niggas that'll for a grand

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

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 to find
Street kings in our prime you 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 to find
Street kings in our prime, you want us come and try us

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

Smoke grass by the pound, glock 17 rounds
And the flow'll 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 of seagulls

Infrared beam like a jam at night
Handle any man in sight his hands upon a mic
Wanna light, I got the torch, up north
For any nigga puttin' on a Porches and never drive on

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

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

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

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

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

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

Seen a man 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 bands, 22's on them rubbers bands

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

Yo, yo, it's and everything I sit on fat
Niggaz be like oh shit, how a nigga shit on
You wanna see me shit on and grit on
with the red paint, puttin' it on hat
Talk about the real 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 itsy bitsy little bitty weeni guys
I done seen guys bought as big as my gats
And they ain't even got enough to squeeze on that

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

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
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, 'cuz we hard to find
Street kings in our prime you us then come and try us

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