Luyện nghe bài hát Street Rules

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

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

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 your ends
Always a stash spot and never make new friends

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

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

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 fake son, they never get far

Yo, fuck high, I need high dough
And when you high all you seein' is yo' money movin'
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 freeze on your cheese and workin' till he stack
'Nuff bills to chill, lines and shit
Till some niggaz hit crib on some tec-9

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

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

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 Jack's son, never get far

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

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

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

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

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

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