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 down wit the

It had to be the thug in me, ya bang and come and get me
The five hundred bitches free
He kid with the God jewel and let all my come through
Live niggas on 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 suckin' me off and off
Weed stinks of stallion but my dick went soft

My Mobb got in lock wit Masterlock, het getcha locks
Run up in your spot, shit
Queens niggas involved with shit, you get lump dead
Crank, we in the bathroom

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

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

I get deeper 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 to my thugs up north in the Pens

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

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

You thug niggas livin', life
NYC livin', street
My niggas livin', street 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 that ass like goin' raw with
So protect your lifestyle, rock your
Or get your Teflon put to the motherfuckin'

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 get foul, so now I gotta put that ass back on profile

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

To my royal thug and outlaws
That live the life of Frank
The big mobster, the C to D [unverified]
Has the god unholy, skies forever watch me
The prophecy, another chapter, there's no me

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

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

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

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

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

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