Luyện nghe bài hát Street Opera

Sun God get 'em

I far from my opponents, pardon me dogs
why lead the call, they moving up on us
But G's on the corners, move when I move
That's a warning, or I'mma have my goons a garment

Think sweet, and try to creep or run up on us
They get than twelve foot, and you be leaking out of order
Don't beef, if you ain't beefin' for no
pain is money, you float funny when you surfin' the water

I'm dude slangin' pack by the border
I love my life, I live it twice, 'cuz up to me sorta
You a with a mental disorder, and it's probably your daughter
That really me, for the **** that I taught her

Will on the guest list, pops is the king
I'm the fresh prince, forty oil tune, kick ya in
Us that got the universe confession, pardon your
I'm new to the game, but true to my

Jeans, hoods, ****,

Visions of me swallowing ****, being by jake
And the sound of the keep hitting the plate
And tooters is flab with ****, with **** and them
We chew through it, like we down off ****

And my P.O., she half Creole, I move from Philly to
true talent, like my name is T.O.
So I ****, I gotta **** slow, she know I kick them Vasine bottles
'Cuz if I'm dirty, I ain't it go

Your project is Ajax down, dry blood
men with the scrub brush, scraping the ground
Diapers, baby and broke lighters, I led many
Horses to water, just to see if like it

my, Betty Crock', ready rock, bet he cock, now
News flash, my **** ridin' L, laid a cop
Any of ya **** want beef, I will clowns
I got a bad ox' fifth, now how the ****

Jeans, hoods, guns

Aiyo, up S.G.? Aiyo, what's poppin' my ****
I'm just oil in the ****, exercising my
Finger, I've got the ****, yeah, I got a crispy stainless
Your mans ain't **** those hoes, they just a bunch of

Them head shots, neck shots, blow they brains in
I'm so close to the edge, pushin' **** face in
I bet you now, them mutha**** really start
No hesitation, my reputation'll 'em chaining

We go hard, the NARC's when we start invading
I copped the license and registration, to cock and
It's all and all my **** made it
We hard body like and Iron Maiden

I keep the **** blazing, hurt
Like a **** when she putting braids in, I think so amazing
We ran **** for hours, up in the Inn
Hood and **** motels, we seen baking

Jeans, hoods, guns,