Luyện nghe bài hát street Shit

Nigga talkin' drama like they want this piece
As soon as I see em' in the streets all they is peace
It's strange how a
Faker turned
Koopa the cocky 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 always back up
My niggaz come 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
his souls in a hole and they throwin' his chain 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
Guess the got me
in a sun-toppy
Listen the cocky
Hate it? come stop me
with the hammers, not sleepin' on no candles
But still..I manage to keep the heat in the
is tryin' to jam us
F-E-Dz red-hand us
Don't have us doin' anything on cameras
Can't grab us, I shoot you the police 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
Throw 50 at the judge and see how free time buy
And if that don't work nigga it matter my
niggaz will up at the judges house and give that a try
The End, yes the is raw
to the last verse and all the images you saw
It's gutta, I'm not a gangsta but dawg
I did it to prove that I can rap gangsta then y'all
It's easy to put some together and talk about ya guns
Talk about how you gon' while all ya enemies run
It be the same talkin' in-direct
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 labeled the Kingdom