Luyện nghe bài hát Streets

Just, just, just...
ridin', ridin'...
Ridin' the city streets in a benz lexus
ridin', ridin'...
I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me, nobody jealous man

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

I'm just 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

We're nothin' but crumbs, crumbs, we're nothin' but
We're nothin' but crumbs, crumbs, we're but crumbs
See the thug, thuggish ruggish, give me some bud
I'm out on the way to go get me love
Stuck in the where I put up the cup, don't
What the slopes, tryin' a get dangerous
We're nothin' but crumbs, gave me the tomb
And Father all over your son
The people are part of ya, never be
But what was it for, tellin' my people to to the guns
And did the fools finally see who really be ridin'
Look at the war and it come
I'm the beginning and the ending, what are we
Watch your paper, gospel gangstas in churches
Don't us, they tyrin' to escape though
Monotony and a monopoly, gotta get to put us a chair
Rott there, get in the car, Day's of our 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, that we feelin'

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

And how many times we 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
we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
I'm slidin', slidin'
Feelin' my (?), I'm you, you feelin' me

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

I'm a to the fullest, make 'em do it
Make 'em pull it, your torso's up with bullets
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, lamborhgini to the sky
My nigga, I be flossin' on a dog, I shy my nigga
No why nigga, I'm a hard workin' horse
Keep my grammy on a mantle, fuck it in a source
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 voice gone, probably I lose it
But y'all can't do it, my music
Listen 'til they cruisin', haters be
They bitches want to to it
But they gotta be true it
Get bucked knuckler, act a foo' it
It's season, and really ain't no rules to it
Nice and smooth gettin' it
I'm the ace, realest rapper since Pac want to take my

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

[Mr.
I'm just ridin', ridin', the city streets
Packin' the strap in the of my black khakis
That's creased, windows down, system on
Feelin' the breeze, and chokin' that reefer dog
I'm my trees (ha, ha--ha, ha)
down, system on blast, feelin' the breeze
Eyes on my rearview, watch my for the police
The homi's say watch my back for
Touch your back, the hennesey (?) my remedy
me dippin' through the streets
Givin' a fuck, runnin' them
it to the left, and I swing it to the right
I'm a hard switchin' lane, bumpers and all
All eyes on me whenever I'm rotatin' white
And as soon as falls
I let them spokes crawl
Straight dippin' the city
With my rider's and
It's Mr. Criminal it down
With the homi's from Thugs
And these get flossed on
bitches get no love

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

I'm just 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 you, you feelin' me
just...

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