Luyện nghe bài hát Street Opera

Sun God get 'em

I stay far from my opponents, pardon me
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 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 for no quarters
'Cuz pain is money, you float funny when you the water

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

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

Jeans, hoods, ****,

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

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

Your project is Ajax down, dry blood
Maintenance men with the scrub brush, scraping the
Diapers, baby rattles and 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 **** L, laid a cop down
Any of ya want beef, I will stop clowns
I got a bad ox' fifth, now how the ****

Jeans, hoods, ****

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

Them head shots, neck shots, probably blow 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 leave 'em

We go hard, like the when we start invading
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, hands hurt
Like a **** when she putting braids in, I it's so amazing
We ran **** for hours, up in the Inn
rats and **** motels, we seen baking

Jeans, hoods, guns,