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 around, a kid tried 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 jewel and let all my come through
niggas on this side of the bar, you get smacked, boo
And too

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

My Mobb got in 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 Scrooger's
Thugs holdin' fort wit the shot Rugers
The that I redeem will bring a Lex and Landcruiser

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

I get deeper than skin, from within
Lord, my life is trife, please forgive 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
Nemesis renegade, down barricades
These days are rough, another brother handcuffed
Fallen victim to the is like style's corrupt

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

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

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

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

pen put on points, son, you know
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 gotta put that ass back on

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

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

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

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

To the shoot, physicals in this
The world is hot and my 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

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

A.C.D. livin', life
My ice niggas livin', street
jewel rockin 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', street
up son, we're livin', street life

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