Luyện nghe bài hát Street Opera

Sun God get 'em

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

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

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

Smith on the guest list, pops is the king
I'm the fresh prince, oil tune, kick ya chest in
Us got the universe 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 jeans
We chew through it, we coming down off ****

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

Your project steps is down, dry blood
Maintenance men with the scrub brush, scraping the
Diapers, rattles and broke lighters, I led many
Horses to water, to see if they like it

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

Jeans, hoods, guns

Aiyo, what up S.G.? Aiyo, what's my ****
I'm just oil in the ****, my trigger
Finger, I've got the biggest ****, yeah, I got a stainless
Your mans **** those hoes, they just a bunch of gamers

Them head shots, neck shots, blow they brains in
I'm so close to the edge, pushin' they 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 and aiming
It's all entertainment and all my **** it
We hard like Wu-Tang and Iron Maiden

I keep the **** blazing, hands
Like a **** 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,