Luyện nghe bài hát Street Rules

Yeah, yo go out to everybody, just doin' what they 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 don't who you are
And who fake Jack's son, they never get far

Yo, where I reside fake 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 real over here, on the streets you get

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
keep a stash spot and never make new friends

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

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

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

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

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

I numb gums like when you take a taste
You in the wrong motherfuckin' place tryin' to be
Niggaz be schemin' and slippin' on demon
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 like Sounds of Blackness
Locked in the of no sharin', it might seem
I'm selfish but I'm for delf I can't whipped cream

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 Jack's son, never get far

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

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

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

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

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

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