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 him down wit the 50-50

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

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

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

To the three-time losers, alcohol
Big spenders and the Ebenezer Scrooger's
Thugs holdin' wit the sixteen shot Rugers
The cream that I redeem bring a Lex and Landcruiser

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

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

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

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

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

For every rhyme I write, bites
My clique keeps shit too tight
Regulate and the rule

I gets some insight plus info do stickers with my
My .44 will burn that ass like 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 dough blow, got ta you now
Kid, you wanna get foul, so now I put that ass back on profile

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

To my thug committees and outlaws
That live the of Frank Nitty
The big mobster, the C to D [unverified]
Has made the god unholy, skies forever me
The prophecy, another chapter, no stoppin' me

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

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 forever reclinin'

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

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

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

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

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