Luyện nghe bài hát street Shit

Nigga always talkin' drama like want this piece
As soon as I see em' in the streets all want is peace
It's how a piece-maker
Faker peace-maker
King Koopa the cocky 'cause I keep paper
And it's so gangsta, the way the funds up
The way I it, it get low and it always come back up
My niggaz will back-up, me if ya dumb..act-up
Rap sucks, act up to rap, and get wrapped up
tough..nigga will be changin' his tune
When his souls in a hole and they his chain in a tomb
For the yo explain "Oh, whatever you want poppy"
But one of them clean see, the other one gon' watch me
Guess the got me
in a sun-toppy
Listen the cocky
Hate it? come stop me
Sleepin' with the hammers, not on no candles
But still..I to keep the heat in the pajamas
Police is to jam us
F-E-Dz red-hand us
have us doin' anything illegal on cameras
Can't grab us, I shoot you the police ask
I did it 'cause my jersey said that I'm back in the past
Uh, 10 years in my I
Dr. Jay is my
Throw 50 at the and see how free time that'll buy
And if that don't work it don't matter my
will 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 gangsta better y'all
It's easy to put some words together and talk about ya
Talk about how you gon' blast all ya enemies run
It be the same talkin' in-direct
That don't never ever won't plex when in-diflesh
Look, don't act dumb nigga the will come
and bring it on, ya labeled the Kingdom Come