Luyện nghe bài hát Street Life

Livin' the street life, crystal, and crushed ice
wit plays who plain heist and roll dice
In like Bugsy Siegel we outlaws forever livin' illegal
The life

Livin' the street life, crystal, and crushed ice
Hangin' wit who plain heist and roll dice
In casinos like Bugsy Siegel we outlaws forever livin'
The life

Yo picture me rollin' like Pac in a drop gold R
Women, champagne, weed, and caviar
Livin the life of a thug, 'em drugs, duckin' 'em slugs
Dealin' wit phones wit bugs, plus
Associated wit some hard hittas, cold
Convicts, thugs and dealers
Cop killas, and drug lords 8 figures
Quick to pull a trigga and a body floatin' in the river

We gorillas in this jungle collectin' mad
Bankin' on cheddar and cream, dope fiends
From a land where everybody fend for themselves
Half of the homies doin' 25 to in a cell
Seems like we dwell in the of hell wit no bail
Chained up, captive and tortured by the enemy's
Who hears my cries from these lonely cell
And what do I profit to lose my and gain from drug sales

the street life, crystal, drugs and crushed ice
Hangin' wit plays who plain and roll dice
In casinos like Bugsy Siegel we forever livin' illegal
The street

the street life, crystal, drugs and crushed ice
Hangin' wit who plain heist and roll dice
In casinos like Bugsy Siegel we outlaws livin' illegal
The street

A yo, the street life is the life I know
to hustle these streets and grind to make dough
Cope the 4-4, in the 6-4
Blast on my adversaries then end up on row
Yo, was the life I seen raised as a youth
Where smokin' chronic, sippin' 98 proof
Ain't no happy days and
In my hood is just crime, cryin' for one

Slugs flyin', and everybody tryin to come up in evil drug game
Insane, vision of just increase the pain
Cocaine and
I want out, but gave an oath to the of me
So let it be, I'ma on my enemy
But when bury me, I fear where my soul will be
Eternally searchin' for light Patna, but I'm in the midst of the
It's so hard, when you in this ghetto lookin' for God

Livin' the life, crystal, drugs and crushed ice
wit plays who plain heist and roll dice
In casinos like Bugsy Siegel we forever livin' illegal
The street

Livin' the street life, crystal, drugs and ice
Hangin' wit plays who plain heist and roll
In casinos like Siegel we outlaws forever livin' illegal
The street

homie dies, so I wipe the tears from my eyes
And ask God how many lonely tears will I cry
like nobody even cares out here in the hood
I to get a job, but they swear I'm up to no good
Misunderstood from a age
Thats what turn to have we in 12 gauge, on a rampage
From an carryin' hollow points in a Smith-N-Wesson
For anybody guessin', if I'm scared to test 'em

Ain't nothin' even worth livin' for the gettin' richa
And the ghetto remains poor liquor and gun shops
And everybody wonder why thugs pack glocks and kill
Full of hurt birth, why was I placed on this earth
Seems like everybody in ghetto is cursed wit a curse
And worse, is that my potnah dyin' at a fast rate
Dear God can you me out, I'm lookin' for an escape

the street life, crystal, drugs and crushed ice
Hangin' wit plays who plain heist and dice
In like Bugsy Siegel we outlaws forever livin' illegal
The life

Livin' the street life, crystal, and crushed ice
Hangin' wit plays who heist and roll dice
In casinos like Bugsy we outlaws forever livin' illegal
The life

Livin' the street life, crystal, drugs and ice
Hangin' wit plays who plain heist and dice
In casinos like Bugsy Siegel we forever livin' illegal
The life

the street life, crystal, drugs and crushed ice
Hangin' wit plays who plain and roll dice
In casinos like Bugsy Siegel we outlaws livin' illegal
The street