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 them G's on the corners, move I move
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 than twelve foot, and you be leaking out of order
Don't beef, if you ain't 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 it twice, 'cuz it's up to me sorta
You a fool a mental disorder, and it's probably your daughter
That really love me, for the **** I taught her

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

Jeans, hoods, ****,

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

And my P.O., she half Creole, I move from to Dallas
With talent, like my name 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 steps is down, dry blood
Maintenance men with the scrub brush, the ground
Diapers, baby rattles and broke lighters, I led
Horses to water, just to see if they it

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

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

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

I the **** blazing, hands hurt
Like a when she putting 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,