Luyện nghe bài hát Street Opera

Sun God get 'em

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

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

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

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

Jeans, hoods, ****,

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

And my P.O., she half Creole, I from Philly to Dallas
With true talent, 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 steps is down, dry blood
Maintenance men with the brush, scraping the ground
Diapers, baby rattles and broke lighters, I led
to water, just to see if they 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 clowns
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 oil in the ****, exercising my trigger
Finger, got the biggest ****, yeah, I got a crispy stainless
Your mans ain't **** those hoes, they just a of gamers

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

We go hard, like the NARC's when we start
I the license and registration, to cock and aiming
It's all entertainment and all my **** it
We hard body Wu-Tang and Iron Maiden

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

Jeans, hoods, guns,