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 around, a kid tried 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 first five hundred free
He kid with the God jewel and let all my gods come
niggas 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
state you be suckin' me off and breakin' 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
niggas involved with 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 fort wit the sixteen shot Rugers
The cream that I redeem bring a Lex and Landcruiser

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

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

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

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

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

For every I write, reality bites
My clique shit rolled too tight
Regulate and know the

I gets some insight plus do stickers with my kickos
My .44 will burn ass like goin' raw with nymphos
So protect 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 blow, got ta guard you now
Kid, you wanna get foul, so now I gotta put that ass on profile

Change your character, you got stamina
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
live the life of Frank Nitty
The big city mobster, the C to D
Has made the god unholy, skies forever me
The prophecy, chapter, there's no stoppin' me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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