Luyện nghe bài hát Streets 2 Da Stage

Verse 1: Gunz
It been a time comin, but I came
drove a nigga crazy, but I sane
Been a lotta fun, pain
shit changed, I use to hop trains
Now I in planes headed for Lanes
I use to a job but I quit
in the Bronx called me lex
Now they me mothafuckin six
use to front now they switch
Cause they walk by tappin my dick they lips
See me in the strollin
Down the muthafuckin street,
Nothin but heat
Surrounded by thirty niggas with dirty guns
Some (S-S-S-O-O-O) niggas rip you from yo neck to yo lung
Have you lyin in a pool of your swallowin tongue
As sweet as it look don get it
Or get twisted too, up in your mothafuckin biscuit
I when my P-O said Peto
You to get yo shit together and see the C-O
That when I dazed ya crew with Vu
And rounded up a hundred thugs that yll too

Chorus: Lord
Now from the to da stage
movin stones and bricks
To makin hits and ridin round in a six (a on)
Peter Gunz and ya don
And Killer Cam and ya won

2: Camon
Ayo my 65
Ya all know the
J. Barfield a ?2 oldsmobile
a low appeal, but oh yo he so for real
I stick to old timers (why) cause the old
They be the first to so you alert a chick
If she settle Cam Ia hurt the
And I don who she mess with
with, put too much time and effort
To get a deficit, the relevant
Affections what you get, stay on defense
when you see me tense
It about to be a real wild
Got to and we hot
Like a weed spot, let off shots
pee tops, bout to take the customers to we got
So we switch now, Don come with three rots
And um Harlem know how to play
I got the 600 and the rest of yll want it

Chorus: Tariq
Now from the streets to da
From stones and bricks
To makin hits and ridin round in a six (a on)
Cam and ya don stop
The Lord Tariq and ya won

3: Lord Tariq
The Lord Tariq, a Bronx nigga, nigga I get
8th ave., bright lights niggas, all tops
I turn yo to frowns
And get you clown sick
When I come around I got yo bitch on my
Uptown movin nothin but and bricks
Since ?6 I was ownin shit, I to flick
A O to an 8th, 8th to keys and
We chased by the P and shit
Tearin up the turnpike when I burn
And a man is based on when he earns right
Well from silly to willy nigg-az wit big cas, gotta connect
I walk the gettin Gotti respect
I got a lot to to all those who oppose the BX
And to my hoes how you want cash or check
Wire or charge, my dick is hard bitch
I ain got no money cause I ain yo fuckin
Feds still lookin, searchin all Brooklyn
But I in the Bronx takin paper that
Headed Southbound out of town with a of the brown
Fuck the fun, I gettin mon, it no time to fuck
I gotta stash full of guns and we pumpin the
Pack the coke in vaseline foolin the drug
A big nigga I to be now
The block is hot but I ice so I coolin it
I gained weight stepped it up off the pitcher mound
I got the money the and the bitches now
Feds pictures now
The thugs get ya now
But I got somethin for you thugs, take nigga, blaow
that nigga down in his town
First round, ding, bell it on
Now who the next dead in my next song, mothafucka

Chorus: Lord
Now from the streets to da
From stones and bricks
To makin hits and ridin in a six (a come on)
Lord Tariq and ya don
And Peter and ya won stop

Lord Tariq
Now from the streets to da
movin stones and bricks
To makin hits and round in a six (a come on)
and ya don stop
The Boogie and ya won stop