Luyện nghe bài hát Street Rules

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

The streets don't who you are
And who fake Jack's 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, keep that by yo' side
What the fuck? Who the crew to get run amuck?
It's all real over here, on the you get stuck

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

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

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

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

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

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 hit crib on some tec-9 shit

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

To rock on the blocks and don't know the tactics
In God we trust, mad deep 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 don't care who you are
And those who fake son, they never get far
The streets care who you are
And those who fake son, they never get far

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

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

nigga? Check the stee', yeah you know how it get
Out here some ol' [Unverified] blindfold shit
Double go to club chill holder
down to low cabbage gettin' street soldiers

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

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