Luyện nghe bài hát Street Life

(I the street life
theres no place I can go
street
its the life I know)

Come home and your go to work(go to work)
phones
and my pagers go (go beserk)
I'm talkin
like dooney and
I'm work
to make you a clerk
Rebel Bass,hard plate,big
that wiff the block hotter than mid june
Early july,I'm early like the bird fly
Even Martin got a of that pie
I'm Murphy, laugh at ******, throw the piece in the sky
Drop the top on the merchy and make with my top
Make it dance Percy,
stay on the sidewalk,
used to stash in my momma's Buic Skylark,
I talk only prices,
negotiation the nation ,
**** the station,
And if you got any association,
then,murder all close
Street uh uh

Grocery bags on the
no store
couldn't fit a half a in the Gucci tote
Hit the
the roaches say "Good Night"
Spark twice, say "Good Bye" to the
Cook for the little bit of slice
And watch them put that fire to that ice
Sure as that dog's tail wag, it will
Man,I'm just tryna get my scratch on lice
I was younger,I had a flag on my bike
And then I went and got mags on my bike
Momma,don't up for me,
I lost a a money from the cops
Gotta get that make-up (Hey!)
I say I gotta get they lunch money
I say I gotta get into they money

Its Hollygrove,till the bury me
Whos to say if they gon' me old?
I that street life.
uh uh