Luyện nghe bài hát Street Rules

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

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, they get far

Yo, where I fake niggaz run and hide
The be wicked, keep that 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' jacks max 'cause the block stay hot
Watch your back for the niggaz tryin' to get what you got
Count your dough slow, never your ends
Always keep a stash spot and make new friends

Commit your sins, confess on 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 it's two spoiled

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

The streets don't who you are
And those who fake 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 seein' is yo' money 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 your and you're workin' till he stack
'Nuff bills to chill, sniff lines and
Till some hit crib on some tec-9 shit

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

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 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 who fake Jack's son, they never get far

Break it down, the man is so hot niggaz is catchin'
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 twice Screwface

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

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

Duckin' till heads recognize the real
Lettin' lead fly but I maintain and chill
You know the deal, kids get ill don't
You get your card pulled quick fuckin' 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 Jack's 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