Luyện nghe bài hát Streets

Just, just, just...
ridin', ridin'...
Ridin' the city in a black benz lexus
ridin', ridin'...
I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me, ain't jealous man

Just, just, just...
I'm ridin', ridin'...
Ridin' the city streets in a black benz
Where we be the beat, tuckin' the piece
I'm just slidin',
Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you me

I'm ridin', ridin'
the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be the beat, tuckin' the piece
I'm slidin' slidin'
my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me

We're but crumbs, crumbs, we're nothin' but crumbs
We're nothin' but crumbs, crumbs, nothin' but crumbs
See it's the thug, ruggish, give me some bud
I'm out on the way to go get me love
Stuck in the part where I put up the cup,
What about the slopes, tryin' a get
We're nothin' but crumbs, gave me the tomb
And heavenly all over your son
The people are part of ya, never be
But what was it for, tellin' my people to point to the
And did the fools finally see who really be ridin'
at the war and here it come
I'm the beginning and the ending, what are we
Watch your paper, gangstas walkin' in churches
Don't search us, they to escape though
Monotony and a monopoly, get ready to put us a chair
there, get in the car, Day's of our Lives oh well
I'm the best, the sick of the best
The sicker the test, settle finesse, so Bizzy the Kid
The best...let me get this, we feelin' depressed

How many times we gather our rest, so why do cuss
My are (?), Lord know's I'm not ugly

And how many we gather our rest, so why do they cuss
My lips are (?), the know's I'm not ugly
Heavenly you are the best, one time...

I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me, ain't nobody man

Just, just, just...
ridin', ridin'...
Ridin' the city streets in a black lexus
Where we be feelin' the beat, the piece
I'm slidin', slidin'
Feelin' my (?), I'm you, you feelin' me

I'm just ridin',
Ridin' the city streets in a black benz
Where we be feelin' the beat, the piece
I'm slidin' slidin'
Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you me

I'm a to the fullest, make 'em do it
Make 'em pull it, fill your torso's up with
Nigga the true shit, and it sit's with a new kid
Who goes there, I, we used to slam dog's
Now we raise 'em up high, dog's to the sky
My nigga, I be flossin' on a dog, I ain't shy my
No why nigga, I'm a hard workin' horse
Keep my grammy on a mantle, fuck puttin' it in a
If rap was a bitch I'll a divorce
And if rap was a study, you would you a course
I'm a rap 'til my gone, probably 'til I lose it
But y'all do it, duplicate my music
Listen 'til they cruisin', haters be
They want to listen to it
But they gotta be true it
Get bucked knuckler, act a foo' it
It's rider season, and really ain't no to it
Nice and smooth gettin' it
I'm the ace, rapper since Pac want to take my place

ridin', ridin'...
Ridin' the city in a black benz lexus
Where we be feelin' the beat, the piece
I'm just slidin',
Feelin' my (?), I'm you, you feelin' me

I'm ridin', ridin'
Ridin' the city streets in a benz lexus
Where we be feelin' the beat, the piece
I'm slidin' slidin'
my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me
just...

[Mr.
I'm ridin', ridin', ridin' the city streets
Packin' the in the back of my black khakis
creased, windows down, system on blast
Feelin' the breeze, and chokin' that reefer dog
I'm needin' my (ha, ha--ha, ha)
Windows down, system on blast, feelin' the
Eyes on my rearview, my back for the police
The homi's say my back for enemies
Touch your back, the hennesey stay (?) my
me dippin' through the streets
Givin' a fuck, runnin' them
Swerve it to the left, and I swing it to the
I'm a switchin' lane, scrapin' bumpers and all
All eyes on me whenever I'm white walls
And as soon as falls
I let them spokes crawl
Straight dippin' through the
With my and dogs
Mr. Criminal puttin' it down
With the from Bone Thugs
And these get flossed on
These bitches get no

ridin', ridin'...
Ridin' the city streets in a benz lexus
we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
I'm slidin', slidin'
my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me

I'm ridin', ridin'
the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the
I'm just slidin'
Feelin' my (?), I'm you, you feelin' me
just...

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