Luyện nghe bài hát Street Rules

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

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

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

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

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

to six cliques pullin' sweet vicks
Fulfullin' cream dreams, niggaz out the mix
Nine-pound locked by you and yo' crew
But yo' back nigga because the streets don't have to

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The streets don't who you are
And those who fake Jack's son, they get far
The don't care who you are
And who fake 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