Luyện nghe bài hát Street Rules

Yeah, yo this go out to everybody, just doin' what gotta do
KnowhatI'msayin'? To get that cream,

The streets care who you are
And those who fake son, they never get far
The don't care who you are
And those who fake son, they never get far

Yo, where I reside fake run and hide
The streets be wicked, keep biscuit by yo' side
the fuck? Who the next crew to get run amuck?
It's all real over here, on the you get stuck

For jacks don't max 'cause the block stay hot
Watch your back for the niggaz tryin' to get what you got
Count your slow, never flash your ends
Always keep a stash spot and make new friends

Commit sins, confess on your own time kid
think that you too nice to do a fuckin' bid
Don't nobody but you wanna see, you bigger
So for every nigga it's two spoiled niggaz

Midnight to six pullin' sweet vicks
Fulfullin' dreams, takin' niggaz out the mix
Nine-pound locked by you and yo' crew
But watch yo' back nigga because the streets have to

The streets care who you are
And those who fake Jack's son, never get far
The streets care who you are
And those who fake Jack's son, never get far

Yo, fuck gettin' high, I need dough
And when you high all you is yo' money movin' slow
So scratch the itch, slip and don't snitch
Leavin', C'mon, ain't Superfly bitch

Ask black, the kid the wide-body Ac
Put a freeze on your cheese and you're till he stack
'Nuff bills to chill, lines and shit
Till some niggaz hit crib on some tec-9

I numb gums coke when you take a taste
You in the wrong motherfuckin' place tryin' to be
Niggaz be schemin' and slippin' on Henny
Tryin' to the next ass, cash got him fiendin'

To rock on the wrong and don't know the tactics
In God we trust, mad deep like of Blackness
in the rule of no sharin', it might seem
I'm selfish but I'm for I can't spend whipped cream

The streets care who you are
And those who fake Jack's son, they get far
The streets care who you are
And those who Jack's son, they never get far

it down, the man is so hot niggaz is catchin' suntans
Makin' plans to jam after bag up this next gram
gettin' laced, I caught a new case
But if they want me, they got to kill me twice Screwface

Excess I got no time for rest man
Keep that dough flowin', owin' the next man
Neighborhood villain, hoodie glock no
I see you it's gon' be, executioner style

What nigga? Check the stee', yeah you how it get
Out here ol' [Unverified] Columbian blindfold shit
go to club chill drink holder
Discrete down to low cabbage gettin' soldiers

Duckin' guys heads recognize the real
Lettin' fly but instead I maintain and chill
You the deal, kids get ill don't sleep
You get card pulled quick fuckin' around in these streets

The streets don't who you are
And those who fake son, they never get far
The streets don't who you are
And those who Jack's son, they never get far

Yeah, you know how we do big shout to
I ain't mad at ya, do your thing,
Northside, Southside, Eastern,
Niggaz win