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 wit the 50-50

It had to be the in me, ya tunnel bang and come and get me
The five hundred bitches free
He kid with the God and let all my gods 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 class ass if you to
Outta you be suckin' me off and breakin' off
Weed bitch stinks of stallion but my went soft

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For every rhyme I write, reality
My clique shit rolled too tight
Regulate and the rule

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

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

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

To my thug committees and outlaws
That live the life of 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 is far from fiction
'Cause at one time, the .44 bullets took the
Bring sparks and

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

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

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

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

Word, NYC livin', street
My man L.E.S. livin', street
The whole Queensbridge livin', street
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)