Luyện nghe bài hát street Shit

Nigga always talkin' drama like want this piece
As soon as I see em' in the streets all they want is
It's how a piece-maker
Faker turned
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 will back-up, me if ya dumb..act-up
Rap sucks, act up to rap, and get wrapped up
That tough..nigga will be changin' his
When his souls in a and they throwin' his chain in a tomb
For the re-came yo explain "Oh, whatever you poppy"
But one of them cock see, the other one gon' watch me
Guess the got me
in a sun-toppy
Listen the cocky
Hate it? Then come me
with the hammers, not sleepin' on no candles
But still..I manage to the heat in the pajamas
is tryin' 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
whether I did it 'cause my jersey said that I'm 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 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
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 that I can rap gangsta better then
It's 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 in-direct
That don't never ever won't plex standin' in-diflesh
Look, don't act dumb nigga the will come
and bring it on, before ya labeled the Kingdom