Luyện nghe bài hát street Shit

Nigga always talkin' drama like they want this
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 copy-machine I keep paper
And it's so gangsta, the way the funds up
The way I spend it, it get low and it always come up
My niggaz come back-up, me if ya dumb..act-up
Rap sucks, act up to rap, and you'll get up
That tough..nigga will be his tune
When his souls in a hole and they throwin' his chain in a
For the re-came yo "Oh, whatever you want poppy"
But one of them clean cock see, the other one watch me
the funs got me
Ridin' in a
Listen the cocky
Hate it? Then come me
with the hammers, not sleepin' on no candles
But still..I to keep the heat in the pajamas
is tryin' to jam us
F-E-Dz tryna us
Don't have us doin' anything on cameras
Can't us, I shoot you the police wouldn't ask
I did it 'cause my jersey said that I'm back in the past
Uh, 10 in my Allen I
Dr. Jay is my
50 at the judge and see how free time that'll buy
And if that don't nigga it don't matter my
niggaz will show up at the judges house and give a try
The End, yes the is raw
Rewind to the last verse and all the you saw
It's gutta, I'm not a gangsta but dawg
I did it to prove I can rap gangsta better then y'all
It's easy to put some words together and talk ya guns
Talk about how you gon' while all ya enemies run
It be the same niggaz in-direct
That don't never ever won't plex when standin'
Look, don't act dumb nigga the King will
and it on, before ya labeled the Kingdom Come