Luyện nghe bài hát Street Shit

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

Hey yo, it's gon' be another
Shocked the world with the half face cover
Clip on top of each other, now e'rybody wanna listen to the
Funny I'm on the watchin', 'Get Him to the Greek'
Twenty thousand when I land to listen when I speak
Bully, he in my will somewhere, he to eat
'I Get High' high P's song
That's why my shades on, used to be in love Nia Long
Donny ain't around now talk 'bout Viet Cong
That's means 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 things off on your block then we pop klikko
Hah, amazing it?
If you can paint a bigger picture, well go 'head and it
Yeah, uh, where my at?
Where them red and blue flags, that good at?
them vanillas? Where that sticky?
Where my right man with the blicky?
tell them hood rats to come up front
And let the club know I'ma my blunt
Bitch, this ain't Gucci, this ain't
This street shit I'm fuckin' them niggaz say "Nada"

Bang like them white in mosh pits
Hach-too spit on your favorite rapper, he's not
My catalogue is
Blunt for the prelude, one for the
Perform with a swarm of fully loaded
Make it clearer than ring
I'm for my phone 'cause I hear it before it ring
I'm for my gun 'cause I hear it before it ring
In the hood, I'm a
Phantom that's verbal, in the booth
than the oil that you get at the masseuse
Chrome thing with the in the goose
Addin' in the coupe, subtractin' what I
Get in with a axe and some matches and a
You have no idea on the I produce
it's way too late the brain matter's on your shoes
Yeah, uh, my hood at?
Where them red and flags, where that good at?
Where them vanillas? Where sticky?
my right hand man with the blicky?
Somebody tell them hood rats to come up
And let the club know I'ma my blunt
Bitch, this ain't Gucci, ain't Prada
This street shit I'm fuckin' with niggaz say "Nada"