Luyện nghe bài hát Street Team

Listen man, this is some gangsta shit you know?
Real bouncy, shit, double R, shit, nigga
The best of the best street
You what it is or how it is

Motherfuckers to act now
Keep toast by the now
Got a full of crack now
Still got to hold the hood

Little chickens want to run dig dig down
Got a clip for the pound
That will put ass under the ground
a thunderous sound

Send heat through your goose
Then I'm blow day
All over body
Ride or die me today

And when I cook that that
Ran a back
In an all
360 160

Head like move manually
She want to know what my be
Told the chick gangstas hard to please
Stash in the Honda seats

You got to know how the game will
Especially when you pimp the
You got to pop thing
Put an ass to
Better cock that thing 'cause the will creep

Niggas think they hot ain't the heat
Cross spit shit that will melt the street
Cocksucker heres a pack come with me
Double R in a cell you can't fuck me

You don't want to with me
niggas know who I am
Catch you in the lot
Pull out and pop top

Somebody's got to
So what you to do?
You cannot from me
My niggas is for you

Three o'clock on the dot when I to plot
Ran up in the smoke wanna buy a lot
Hurry up, is hot
Can't with me

drama with M3's company for bumping me
All my niggas own estate
My money estimate
On the you can't tell the time or the day, and date

your bitch in the back of the Escalade
We can make things
out, make his man run on him and he had a gun on him
Busted you then make the

To cut through the gas and take the light
Can't tell me Ruff don't make it tight
Got to what a Harlem, niggas life is like
And I transport if the price is right

Then ride back through your on a mountain bike
Got bullets that will go through stomach
Then come out head
I'm Infrared, you ain't know, I'm this bread

And I wonder what family gonna do
When they you dead
Then come through hood with Gucci rims on
In the six with the on
head from a bad redbone, bitch
That don't mind switching like to fuck her timbs on

You don't want to fuck me
Y'all niggas who I am
you in the parking lot
Pull out and pop top

Somebody's got to
So you want to do?
You cannot hide me
My is coming for you

On my block there won't be no the bank
And depositing the shit, you get my
sold I want to get a bank roll
You motherfuckers don't to see these things blow

like Neptunes, oh, no
When I pull the
Look at the hole you fell in
I got to spin around to keep the in
I ma blast to keep the in

Bet you know now, when I rap
I might as well down
I mean I love I spin Porsche to hold my horse like
Whooa, now

How many niggas think they can ryde
Because y'all lye
Think they can be tough guy
I'm a slim nigga so I'm a you duck by
Like whoa, to a fly bye
Like ch-ch-chhh, why cry?

give a fuck, where your soul want to go
All I care is when I toss this shit, where they go
where this bullet go, past niggas
I'm of y'all warm floor ass niggas

Don't got to pump no more the picture
While I'm at your funeral just passing your
I bad as me

You don't to fuck with me
Y'all know who I am
you in the parking lot
Pull out and pop top

got to drop
So you want to do?
You cannot hide me
My is coming for you

You don't want to with me
You don't to fuck with me
You want to fuck with me
You want to fuck with me