Luyện nghe bài hát street Shit

Nigga always talkin' drama like want this piece
As as I see em' in the streets all they want is peace
strange how a piece-maker
Faker 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 will back-up, me if ya dumb..act-up
Rap sucks, act up to rap, and you'll get up
That tough..nigga will be changin' his
When his souls in a hole and they throwin' his in a tomb
For the yo explain "Oh, whatever you want poppy"
But one of clean cock see, the other one gon' watch me
the funs got me
Ridin' in a
Listen the gun's
Hate it? come stop me
Sleepin' with the hammers, not sleepin' on no
But still..I manage to keep the in the pajamas
Police is to jam us
tryna red-hand us
Don't have us doin' illegal on cameras
Can't grab us, I shoot you the wouldn't ask
whether I did it 'cause my said that I'm back 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 nigga it don't matter my
niggaz will show up at the judges house and that a try
The End, yes the is raw
Rewind to the verse and all the images you saw
It's gangsta gutta, I'm not a gangsta but
I did it to prove that I can rap gangsta then y'all
It's easy to put some words together and about ya guns
Talk about how you gon' blast all ya enemies run
It be the niggaz talkin' in-direct
That don't never ever won't when standin' in-diflesh
Look, don't act dumb the King will come
and it on, before ya labeled the Kingdom Come