Luyện nghe bài hát street Shit

Nigga always talkin' drama they want this piece
As soon as I see em' in the streets all they is peace
It's how a piece-maker
turned peace-maker
King Koopa the cocky 'cause I keep paper
And it's so gangsta, the way the stack up
The way I spend it, it get low and it always back up
My niggaz come back-up, me if ya dumb..act-up
Rap sucks, act up to rap, and get wrapped up
That tough..nigga be changin' his tune
When his souls in a hole and throwin' his chain in a tomb
For the re-came yo "Oh, whatever you want poppy"
But one of them clean see, the other one gon' watch me
the funs got me
Ridin' in a
the gun's cocky
Hate it? Then come me
Sleepin' the hammers, not sleepin' on no candles
But still..I manage to keep the in the pajamas
is tryin' to jam us
F-E-Dz red-hand us
have us doin' anything illegal on cameras
Can't grab us, I you the police wouldn't ask
whether I did it 'cause my jersey said that I'm in the past
Uh, 10 in my Allen I
Dr. Jay is my
Throw 50 at the judge and see how free that'll buy
And if that don't work nigga it matter my
niggaz show up at the judges house and give that a try
The End, yes the is raw
to the last verse and all the images you saw
It's gangsta gutta, I'm not a gangsta but
I did it to that I can rap gangsta better then y'all
It's easy to put words together and talk about ya guns
about how you gon' blast while all ya enemies run
It be the same niggaz in-direct
That don't never ever won't plex standin' in-diflesh
Look, don't act dumb nigga the King come
and bring it on, before ya the Kingdom Come