Luyện nghe bài hát Street Rules

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

The don't 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 reside niggaz run and hide
The streets be wicked, that biscuit by yo' side
What the fuck? Who the crew to get run amuck?
It's all real over here, on the streets you get

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

Commit your sins, on your 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 spoiled

to six cliques pullin' sweet vicks
Fulfullin' cream dreams, niggaz out the mix
Nine-pound down by you and yo' crew
But yo' back nigga because the streets don't have to

The streets don't 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 gettin' high, I high dough
And you high all you seein' is yo' money movin' slow
So scratch the itch, don't slip and don't
Leavin', C'mon, ain't Superfly bitch

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

I numb gums coke when you take a taste
You in the wrong motherfuckin' tryin' 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 like Sounds of Blackness
in the rule of no sharin', it might seem
I'm but I'm for delf I can't spend whipped cream

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

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 like Screwface

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

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

Duckin' guys till 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 fuckin' around in these streets

The don't care who you are
And those who Jack's son, they never get far
The don't care 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 thing, y'knahmean?
Northside, Southside, Eastern,
Niggaz win