Luyện nghe bài hát Street Rules

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

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

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

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

Commit sins, confess on your own time kid
Never that you too nice to do a fuckin' bid
Don't but you wanna see, you gettin' bigger
So for every nigga it's two spoiled niggaz

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

The don't care 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, 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, 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, sniff and shit
Till some hit crib on some tec-9 shit

I numb like coke when you take a taste
You in the wrong motherfuckin' tryin' to be Scarface
Niggaz be schemin' and slippin' on Henny
Tryin' to outlast the 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 selfish but I'm for delf I can't spend whipped

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

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

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

What nigga? Check the stee', yeah you how it get
Out here some ol' Columbian blindfold shit
Double go to club chill drink
Discrete to low cabbage gettin' street soldiers

guys 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 fuckin' around in these streets

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

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