Luyện nghe bài hát Street Shit

Where my at?
Where them red and blue flags, where good at?
Somebody them hood rats to come up front
And let the club I'ma smoke my blunt, Ghost
green, weed green, hood black, heart black
And never let 'em see where you live, you park at
Never let 'em know how you get it just squash
Never let the beef ride long, go that
You can shoot it out or go and it up
If we was in jail I make you give your sneakers up
'Cause I'm a and I spray shit
44 make niggaz look like
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 it G from the get-go
Real go-getter and I let my blow
You don't get your shit broke
I got the hawk, you don't wanna get your shit
Yeah, uh, my hood at?
them red and blue flags, where that good at?
Where vanillas? Where that sticky?
Where my right man with the blicky?
Somebody them hood rats to come up front
And let the know I'ma smoke my blunt
Bitch, this ain't Gucci, ain't Prada
This street shit I'm with them niggaz say "Nada"

Hey yo, it's never be another
the world with 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 when I just to listen when I speak
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 Nia Long
ain't around now I'll talk 'bout Viet Cong
That's means more bitches haters on my song
But I don't go back and forth, me no
Donny at your door 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 bigger picture, well go 'head and it
Yeah, uh, where my at?
Where them red and blue flags, that good at?
Where them Where that sticky?
Where my right hand man the blicky?
tell them hood rats to come up front
And let the know I'ma smoke my blunt
Bitch, this Gucci, this ain't Prada
This street shit I'm fuckin' them niggaz say "Nada"

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