Luyện nghe bài hát Streets 2 Da Stage

Verse 1: Peter
It been a time comin, but I came
Coulda drove a crazy, but I sane
Been a lotta fun, pain
Lotta shit changed, I use to hop
Now I hoppin in planes headed for
I use to a job but I quit
Niggas in the Bronx me lex
Now they me mothafuckin six
Bitches use to front now switch
they walk by tappin my dick lickin they lips
See me in the strollin
Down the street, holdin
Nothin but mothafuckin
Surrounded by thirty with thirty dirty guns
(S-S-S-O-O-O) niggas thatl rip you from yo neck to yo lung
Have you lyin in a pool of your blood tongue
As as it look don get it twisted
Or get twisted too, right up in mothafuckin biscuit
I when my P-O said Peto
You need to get yo together and see the C-O
when I dazed ya crew with Deja Vu
And rounded up a hundred that blaze yll too

Lord Tariq
Now from the streets to da
movin stones and bricks
To makin hits and ridin round in a six (a on)
Peter and ya don stop
And Cam and ya won stop

2: Camon
Ayo my 65
Ya all the deal
J. drive a ?2 oldsmobile
a low appeal, but oh yo he so for real
I stick to old timers (why) cause the old
be the first to snitch so you alert a chick
If she settle Cam Ia the bitch
And I don care who she with
Rest with, put too time and effort
To get a deficit, fuck the
Affections what you better get, stay on
Cause when you see me
It to be a real wild sequence
Got to and we hot
a weed spot, let off three shots
Spray pee tops, bout to the customers to we got
So we switch now, Don house come with rots
And um Harlem niggas how to play
Cause I got the 600 and the rest of yll it

Lord Tariq
Now the streets to da stage
From movin and bricks
To makin hits and round in a six (a come on)
Killa Cam and ya don
The Lord Tariq and ya won

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

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

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