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 turn around, a kid to hit me
I back him down wit the

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

Shit on me? Well then, you
wit your high class ass if you want to
Outta state you be suckin' me off and off
Weed bitch stinks of stallion but my dick soft

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

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

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

I get than skin, paragraphs from within
Dear Lord, my life is trife, please for me sins
My kin stay my kin, ain't no for extra friends
One love to my up north in the Pens

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

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

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

For every rhyme I write, bites
My keeps shit rolled too tight
Regulate and know the

I some insight plus info do stickers with my kickos
My .44 will burn ass like goin' raw with nymphos
So your lifestyle, rock your vest
Or get your Teflon put to the 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 character, you ain't got stamina
Nigga get that dough, I ain't mad
The handle business, gonna make mines
Forever, son, kid you heard it the grapevine

To my royal committees and outlaws
live the life of Frank Nitty
The big city mobster, the C to D
Has made the god unholy, forever watch me
The prophecy, chapter, there's no stoppin' me

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

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

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

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

A.C.D. livin', street
My ice niggas livin', street
Them jewel rockin niggas livin', street
Them crack niggas livin', street
Them niggas 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

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