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 my goons spin 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 beefin' for no quarters
'Cuz pain is money, you float when you surfin' the water

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

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

Jeans, hoods, ****,

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

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

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

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

Jeans, hoods, ****

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 **** those hoes, they just a bunch of gamers

Them head shots, neck shots, probably they brains in
I'm so close to the edge, they **** face in
I bet you now, them mutha**** really complaining
No hesitation, my leave 'em chaining

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

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

Jeans, hoods, guns,