Luyện nghe bài hát Street Rules

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

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

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

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

Commit your sins, confess on own time kid
Never that you too nice to do a fuckin' bid
Don't nobody but you wanna see, you bigger
So for every loyal nigga it's two spoiled

Midnight to six cliques sweet vicks
cream dreams, takin' niggaz out the mix
Nine-pound down by you and yo' crew
But watch yo' back nigga because the streets don't to

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

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

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

I numb gums like coke you take a taste
You in the wrong place tryin' to be Scarface
Niggaz be schemin' and on Henny demon
Tryin' to outlast the next ass, cash got him

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

The streets care who you are
And those who Jack's son, they never get far
The don't care who you are
And those who fake son, they never 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 caught a new
But if want me, they got to kill me twice like Screwface

Excess I got no time for rest man
Keep that flowin', motherfuck owin' the next man
Neighborhood villain, hoodie no smile
When I see you gon' be, executioner style

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

Duckin' guys till heads recognize the
Lettin' lead fly but I maintain and chill
You know the deal, kids get ill don't
You get your card quick fuckin' around in these streets

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

Yeah, you know how we do big shout to
I mad at ya, do your thing, y'knahmean?
Northside, Southside, Eastern,
gotta win