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 wit the 50-50

It had to be the thug in me, ya tunnel bang and and get me
The five hundred bitches free
He kid with the God jewel and let all my gods come
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 you be suckin' me off and breakin' off
Weed bitch of stallion but my dick went soft

My got in lock wit Masterlock, het getcha locks picked
Run up in your spot, mask-n-glove
Queens niggas with thug shit, you get lump dead
Crank, we in the bathroom

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I some insight plus info do stickers with my kickos
My .44 will burn that ass like goin' raw with
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 put that ass back on profile

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

To my thug committees and outlaws
That live the life of Frank
The big city mobster, the C to D
Has made the god unholy, skies watch me
The prophecy, another chapter, there's no me

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

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

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

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

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

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 in the motherfuckin'
Yo yo,
me down, son
(No doubt, son)
em down, son
(I back, son)