Luyện nghe bài hát street Shit

Nigga always talkin' like they want this piece
As as I see em' in the streets all they want is peace
strange how a piece-maker
Faker turned
King Koopa the copy-machine 'cause I keep paper
And so gangsta, the way the funds stack up
The way I spend it, it get low and it come back up
My will 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 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 them clean cock see, the one gon' watch me
the funs got me
Ridin' in a
the gun's cocky
Hate it? come stop me
with the hammers, not sleepin' on no candles
But still..I to keep the heat in the pajamas
Police is to jam us
F-E-Dz red-hand us
Don't have us doin' illegal on cameras
Can't grab us, I shoot you the police ask
whether I did it 'cause my 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 don't work nigga it don't matter my
niggaz will show up at the judges house and give 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 prove that I can rap gangsta better y'all
It's easy to put some words 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 the King will come
and bring it on, before ya the Kingdom Come