Luyện nghe bài hát Street Opera

Sun God get 'em

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

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

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

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

Jeans, hoods, ****,

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

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

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

Taste my, Betty Crock', rock, bet he cock, now
flash, my **** ridin' L, laid a cop down
Any of ya **** want beef, I will stop
I got a bad ox' fifth, now how the sound?

Jeans, hoods, guns

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

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

We go hard, like the when we start invading
I the license and registration, to cock and aiming
all entertainment and all my **** made it
We hard body like Wu-Tang and Maiden

I the **** blazing, hands hurt
Like a **** when she braids in, I think it's so amazing
We ran for hours, up in the Days Inn
Hood rats and **** motels, we seen

Jeans, hoods, guns,