Luyện nghe bài hát street Shit

Nigga always talkin' drama like they want this
As soon as I see em' in the streets all they want is
It's strange how a
turned peace-maker
King Koopa the copy-machine '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 come up
My will come back-up, me if ya dumb..act-up
Rap sucks, act up to rap, and get wrapped up
That tough..nigga will be his tune
When his souls in a hole and they throwin' his in a tomb
For the re-came yo explain "Oh, whatever you poppy"
But one of them clean see, the other one gon' watch me
the funs got me
Ridin' in a
the gun's cocky
Hate it? Then come me
Sleepin' the hammers, not sleepin' on no candles
But still..I manage to keep the in the pajamas
Police is to jam us
F-E-Dz tryna us
have us doin' anything illegal on cameras
Can't us, I shoot you the police wouldn't ask
whether I did it 'cause my jersey said that I'm in the past
Uh, 10 in my Allen I
Dr. Jay is my
Throw 50 at the and see how free time that'll buy
And if that don't work nigga it don't my
niggaz will show up at the house and give that a try
The End, yes the is raw
Rewind to the last verse and all the you saw
It's gangsta gutta, I'm not a but dawg
I did it to prove that I can rap gangsta better then
It's easy to put some together and talk about ya guns
Talk how you gon' blast while all ya enemies run
It be the same talkin' in-direct
That don't never ever won't when standin' in-diflesh
Look, don't act nigga the King will come
and bring it on, before ya labeled the Come