Luyện nghe bài hát Street Rules

Yeah, yo go out to everybody, just doin' what they 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 Jack's son, they never get far

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

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

Commit your sins, confess on your own kid
Never think you too nice to do a fuckin' bid
nobody but you wanna see, you gettin' bigger
So for every loyal nigga it's two niggaz

Midnight to six cliques pullin' vicks
Fulfullin' cream dreams, niggaz out the mix
locked down by you and yo' crew
But watch yo' back nigga because the streets have to

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

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

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

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

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

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, they get far

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

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

What nigga? the stee', yeah you know how it get
Out some ol' [Unverified] Columbian blindfold shit
Double go to club drink holder
Discrete down to low cabbage street soldiers

Duckin' till heads recognize the real
Lettin' lead fly but instead I and chill
You know the deal, kids get ill sleep
You get your card pulled quick around in these streets

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

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