Luyện nghe bài hát Street Life

M O B B D E E P, A.C.D. somethin'
get lifted, Queens, is you wit me?
Niggas' shifty, I turn around, a kid to hit me
I back him down wit the

It had to be the thug in me, ya tunnel and come and get me
The first five bitches free
He kid with the God jewel and let all my come through
Live on this side of the bar, you get smacked, boo
And too

on me? Well then, fuck you
Gone wit your high ass if you want to
Outta state you be me off and breakin' off
Weed bitch stinks of but my dick went soft

My Mobb got in lock wit Masterlock, het getcha locks
Run up in your spot, shit
Queens niggas involved thug shit, you get lump dead
Crank, we in the bathroom

To the three-time losers, alcohol
Big money spenders and the Ebenezer
holdin' fort wit the sixteen shot Rugers
The cream that I will bring a Lex and Landcruiser

Dominant chapter, the obsolete
And my Mobb comes to put the wind beneath your feet
My heart's harder than concrete and streets
Be walked offbeat but still carry heats

I get deeper than skin, from within
Dear Lord, my is trife, please forgive for me sins
My kin stay my kin, ain't no room for extra
One to my thugs up north in the Pens

Be a prophet to raise, beat my on stage
Nemesis renegade, breakin' down
days are gettin' rough, another brother handcuffed
Fallen victim to the game is like style's

My crime niggas livin', street
Them Queen niggas livin', street
My drug niggas livin', life
My street niggas livin', street

You thug livin', street life
NYC livin', life
My niggas livin', street life

For rhyme I write, reality bites
My clique keeps shit too tight
and know the rule

I gets insight plus info do stickers with my kickos
My .44 will burn that ass like goin' raw nymphos
So your lifestyle, rock your vest
Or get your Teflon put to the motherfuckin'

pen put on points, son, you know
on the low, got the back, oh, no, no
When I'm on a blow, got ta guard you now
Kid, you wanna get foul, so now I put that ass back on profile

Change your character, you got stamina
Nigga get that dough, I ain't mad
The Infamous handle business, make mines
Forever, son, kid you it thru the grapevine

To my royal thug and outlaws
That the life of Frank Nitty
The big mobster, the C to D [unverified]
Has made the god unholy, forever watch me
The prophecy, another chapter, there's no me

Propagation, my life story is far fiction
at one time, the .44 bullets took the world
Bring sparks and

I anaylse 'erb, so I roll with trife characters
The hardest for the to cap
And shiner like a full carat diamond with designin'
Philly's and 9 mili's and Coupe De Villey's forever

To the shoot, physicals in paradox
The world is hot and my plot is to grand's and yachts
Until then I be a strife individual, dwellin' in days
Scorch from the plus the sun's rays

Dead President and million dollar schemes
Killer Queens, the land of cream fiends, A.C.D. the terrorist
Stainless for the intruders and my cipher's Infamous
New York and worldwide, we penetrate your inside
[Unverified] drama, son and 9 clips so prepare fro ride

A.C.D. livin', life
My ice niggas livin', life
Them rockin niggas livin', street life
Them crack niggas livin', life
coke-sellin niggas livin', street life

Word, NYC livin', life
My man L.E.S. livin', street
The Queensbridge livin', street life
Word up son, we're livin', street

KnowI'msayin? up, A.C.D
Mobb Deep in the
Yo yo,
me down, son
(No doubt, son)
em down, son
(I back, son)