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

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

My Mobb got in wit Masterlock, het getcha locks picked
Run up in your spot, shit
Queens 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 sixteen shot
The cream I redeem will bring a Lex and Landcruiser

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

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

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

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

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

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

I gets insight plus info do stickers with my kickos
My .44 will that ass like goin' raw with nymphos
So protect your lifestyle, rock your
Or get your put to the motherfuckin' 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 ass back on profile

your character, you ain't got stamina
Nigga get that dough, I mad at'cha
The handle 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 mobster, the C to D [unverified]
Has made the god unholy, skies forever me
The prophecy, another chapter, no stoppin' me

Propagation, my life is far from fiction
'Cause at one time, the .44 bullets 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'
and 9 mili's and Coupe De Villey's forever reclinin'

To the shoot, physicals in paradox
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

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

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

Word, NYC livin', life
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
Deep in the motherfuckin'
Yo yo,
me down, son
(No doubt, son)
em down, son
(I back, son)