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 bitches free
He kid with the God jewel and let all my gods through
Live on this side of the bar, you get smacked, boo
And too

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I some insight plus info do stickers with my kickos
My .44 will burn that ass like 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 gotta put that ass 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 city mobster, the C to D
Has made the god unholy, skies watch me
The prophecy, chapter, there's no stoppin' me

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

I anaylse this 'erb, so I roll with characters
The hardest for the to cap
And shiner like a full carat with perfect designin'
Philly's and 9 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
Scorch from the deeez the sun's rays

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

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

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

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