Luyện nghe bài hát Street Shit

Where my at?
Where red and blue flags, where that good at?
Somebody tell them hood rats to come up
And let the club know I'ma my blunt, Ghost
Money green, weed green, black, heart black
And let 'em see where you live, where you park at
Never let 'em know how you get it squash that
Never let the ride long, go squash that
You can shoot it out or go and it up
If we was in jail I would make you your sneakers up
'Cause I'm a and I spray shit
44 make niggaz look crawfish
'Cause you seafood, so go on sleep 'em
I don't no niggaz, I don't eat with 'em
Matter fact, I'ma keep it street 'em
I don't like his style, I even speak with him
I it G from the get-go
Real go-getter and I let my shit
You don't wanna get shit broke
I got the hawk, you don't get your shit broke
Yeah, uh, where my at?
Where them red and flags, where that good at?
Where them vanillas? Where sticky?
Where my right man with the blicky?
Somebody tell them hood rats to come up
And let the club know 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 gon' be another
Shocked the world the half face gorilla cover
Clip on top of each other, now wanna listen to the Sheek
I'm on the plane watchin', 'Get Him to the Greek'
Twenty thousand I land just to listen when I speak
Bully, he in my will somewhere, he to eat
'I Get high like P's song
That's why my shades on, to be in love with Nia Long
Donny ain't now I'll talk 'bout Viet Cong
That's more bitches more haters on my song
But I don't go back and forth, me no
Donny at door like Avon, ding dong
Yeah, me and my E
Pop them off on your block then later we pop klikko
Hah, ain't it?
If you can paint a picture, well go 'head and pain it
Yeah, uh, my hood at?
Where red and blue flags, where that good at?
them vanillas? Where that sticky?
Where my right man with the blicky?
Somebody tell hood rats to come up front
And let the club know smoke my blunt
Bitch, this ain't Gucci, this Prada
street shit I'm fuckin' with them niggaz say "Nada"

Bang like them white in mosh pits
Hach-too on your favorite rapper, he's not shit
My is colossus
for the prelude, one for the process
Perform with a swarm of loaded objects
it clearer than Podus ring
I'm for my phone 'cause I hear it before it ring
I'm reachin' for my gun 'cause I hear it before it
In the hood, I'm a
Phantom that's verbal, demolition in the
Slicker the oil that you get at the masseuse
Chrome thing with the 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 matter's on your
Yeah, uh, where my at?
Where them red and blue flags, where that at?
Where them vanillas? that sticky?
Where my hand man with the blicky?
Somebody them hood rats to come up front
And let the club know smoke my blunt
Bitch, this ain't Gucci, this Prada
This street shit I'm fuckin' them niggaz say "Nada"