Luyện nghe bài hát Street Opera

Sun God get 'em

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

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

I'm that dude slangin' pack by the
I my life, I live it twice, 'cuz it's up to me sorta
You a fool with a disorder, and it's probably your daughter
That really love me, for the **** that I 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 confession, pardon your dame
I'm new to the game, but true to my

Jeans, hoods, ****,

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

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

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

Taste my, Crock', ready rock, bet he cock, now
News flash, my **** L, laid a cop down
Any of ya **** want beef, I stop 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 ****, my trigger
Finger, I've got the biggest ****, yeah, I got a stainless
Your mans ain't those hoes, they just a bunch of gamers

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

We go hard, like the NARC's we start invading
I copped the license and registration, to and aiming
It's all entertainment and all my made it
We hard body like Wu-Tang and Iron

I keep the **** blazing, hurt
a **** when she putting braids 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,