Luyện nghe bài hát Streets 2 Da Stage

Verse 1: Gunz
It been a long comin, but I came
Coulda drove a nigga crazy, but I
Been a lotta fun, pain
Lotta changed, I use to hop trains
Now I hoppin in planes headed for
I use to have a job but I
Niggas in the called me lex
Now they me mothafuckin six
Bitches use to now they switch
Cause they walk by my dick lickin they lips
See me in the Bronx
Down the street, holdin
but mothafuckin heat
Surrounded by thirty with thirty dirty guns
Some (S-S-S-O-O-O) niggas rip you from yo neck to yo lung
Have you lyin in a of your blood swallowin tongue
As sweet as it don get it twisted
Or get twisted too, up in your mothafuckin biscuit
I remember my P-O said Peto
You need to get yo shit and see the C-O
That when I ya crew with Deja Vu
And rounded up a thugs that blaze yll too

Lord Tariq
Now from the to da stage
From movin and bricks
To makin and ridin round in a six (a come on)
Peter and ya don stop
And Killer Cam and ya won

Verse 2:
Ayo my 65
Ya all know the
J. Barfield drive a ?2
Keep a low appeal, but oh yo he so for
I to old timers (why) cause the old squel
be the first to snitch so you alert a chick
If she settle Cam Ia the bitch
And I don who she mess with
Rest with, put too time and effort
To get a deficit, fuck the
what you better get, stay on defense
Cause when you see me
It about to be a wild sequence
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 house come three rots
And um niggas know how to play
Cause I got the 600 and the rest of yll it

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

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

Chorus: Lord
Now the streets to da stage
From movin stones and
To makin and ridin round in a six (a come on)
Tariq and ya don stop
And Gunz and ya won stop

Chorus: Lord
Now the streets to da stage
From stones and bricks
To makin hits and round in a six (a come on)
and ya don stop
The Boogie and ya won stop