Luyện nghe bài hát Street Rules

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

The don't 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 Jack's son, never get far

Yo, I reside fake niggaz run and hide
The streets be wicked, that biscuit by yo' side
the fuck? Who the next 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
Watch your for the jeal' niggaz tryin' to get what you got
your dough slow, never flash your ends
Always keep a stash spot and never new friends

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

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

The streets care who you are
And who fake Jack's son, they never get far
The streets care who you are
And those who fake Jack's son, 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 and don't snitch
Leavin', C'mon, this ain't bitch

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

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

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

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

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

players I got no time for rest man
Keep that dough flowin', owin' the next man
Neighborhood villain, glock no smile
I see you it's 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 drink holder
down to low cabbage gettin' street soldiers

Duckin' guys heads recognize the real
lead 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 don't who you are
And those who fake Jack's son, never get far
The streets don't who you are
And those who fake son, they never get far

Yeah, you know how we do big to everybody
I ain't mad at ya, do your thing,
Northside, Southside, Eastern,
gotta win