Luyện nghe bài hát street Shit

Nigga always talkin' drama like they this piece
As soon as I see em' in the streets all they want is
It's strange how a
Faker turned
King Koopa the cocky copy-machine 'cause I keep
And it's so gangsta, the way the stack up
The way I spend it, it get low and it always come up
My niggaz will back-up, me if ya dumb..act-up
Rap sucks, act up to rap, and you'll get up
tough..nigga will be changin' his tune
When his souls in a hole and they his chain in a tomb
For the re-came yo explain "Oh, you want poppy"
But one of them clean cock see, the one gon' watch me
the funs got me
Ridin' in a
Listen the cocky
it? Then come stop me
Sleepin' with the hammers, not on no candles
But still..I manage to the heat in the pajamas
is tryin' to jam us
F-E-Dz red-hand us
Don't us doin' anything illegal on cameras
Can't grab us, I shoot you the police ask
whether I did it 'cause my jersey that I'm back in the past
Uh, 10 years in my 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 don't 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 but dawg
I did it to prove that I can rap better then y'all
easy to put some words together and talk about ya guns
Talk about how you gon' blast all ya enemies run
It be the same niggaz talkin'
That never ever won't plex when standin' in-diflesh
Look, don't act dumb nigga the will come
and bring it on, before ya labeled the Kingdom