Luyện nghe bài hát Street Shit

Where my at?
Where them red and flags, where that good at?
Somebody tell them hood to come up front
And let the club know I'ma smoke my blunt,
green, weed green, hood black, heart black
And never let 'em see you live, where you park at
Never let 'em know how you get it just squash
Never let the ride long, go squash that
You can it out or go and peace it up
If we was in I would make you give your sneakers up
'Cause I'm a and I spray shit
44 make niggaz like crawfish
you seafood, so go on sleep with 'em
I don't trust no niggaz, I eat with 'em
Matter fact, I'ma keep it street 'em
I don't like his style, I don't even with him
I keep it G the get-go
Real and I let my shit blow
You don't wanna get your broke
I got the hawk, you don't wanna get your shit
Yeah, uh, where my at?
Where red and blue flags, where that good at?
Where vanillas? Where that sticky?
Where my right hand man the blicky?
Somebody tell them hood rats to come up
And let the know I'ma smoke my blunt
Bitch, ain't Gucci, this ain't Prada
This shit I'm fuckin' with them niggaz say "Nada"

Hey yo, it's never be another
Shocked the world with the half face cover
Clip on top of each other, now wanna listen to the Sheek
Funny I'm on the watchin', 'Get Him to the Greek'
Twenty thousand when I land just to listen when I
Bully, he in my somewhere, he like to eat
'I Get High' high P's song
That's why my shades on, used to be in love with Nia
Donny ain't around now I'll talk 'bout Cong
means more bitches more haters on my song
But I don't go and forth, me no ping-pong
Donny at your like Avon, ding dong
Yeah, me and my E
Pop things off on your block then later we pop klikko
Hah, ain't it?
If you can paint a bigger picture, go 'head and pain it
Yeah, uh, where my at?
them red and blue flags, where that good at?
Where them vanillas? Where that
Where my right hand man the blicky?
Somebody tell them hood rats to come up
And let the know I'ma smoke my blunt
Bitch, this ain't Gucci, this ain't
This street shit I'm with them niggaz say "Nada"

Bang them white boys in mosh pits
Hach-too spit on favorite rapper, he's not shit
My is colossus
for the prelude, one for the process
Perform with a of fully loaded objects
Make it clearer than Podus
I'm reachin' for my 'cause I hear it before it ring
I'm reachin' for my gun I hear it before it ring
In the hood, I'm a
Phantom verbal, demolition in the booth
Slicker than the oil that you get at the
Chrome with the conehead in the goose
Addin' in the coupe, what I shoot
Get in a axe and some matches and a noose
You have no idea on the I produce
'Til it's way too late the brain on your shoes
Yeah, uh, where my at?
Where them red and blue flags, that good at?
Where them vanillas? Where that
Where my hand man with the blicky?
Somebody tell them hood to come up front
And let the club I'ma smoke my blunt
Bitch, this ain't Gucci, ain't Prada
This street shit I'm fuckin' them niggaz say "Nada"