Luyện nghe bài hát Street Life

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

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

Shit on me? then, fuck you
Gone wit your high class ass if you to
state you be suckin' me off and breakin' off
Weed stinks of stallion but my dick went soft

My got in lock wit Masterlock, het getcha locks picked
Run up in your spot, mask-n-glove
Queens niggas involved with thug shit, you get dead
Crank, we in the thumpin'

To the losers, alcohol abusers
Big spenders and the Ebenezer Scrooger's
Thugs holdin' fort wit the sixteen shot
The that I redeem will bring a Lex and Landcruiser

Dominant chapter, assassinin' the
And my Mobb comes Deep to put the wind your feet
My heart's harder concrete and nervous streets
Be walked offbeat but still thugs carry

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

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

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

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

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

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

State pen put on points, son, you
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 gotta put ass back on profile

your character, you ain't got stamina
Nigga get that dough, I mad at'cha
The Infamous handle business, gonna mines
Forever, son, kid you heard it thru the

To my royal thug and outlaws
That live the life of Nitty
The big city mobster, the C to D
Has made the god unholy, skies forever me
The prophecy, another chapter, there's no me

Propagation, my life is far from fiction
'Cause at one time, the .44 took the world
sparks and friction

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

To the shoot, in this paradox
The world is hot and my is to receive grand's and yachts
Until then I be a strife individual, dwellin' in these
Scorch from the deeez the sun's rays

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

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

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

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