Luyện nghe bài hát Streets is Talking

Is he a Is he a crip?
Is he Is he this?
Did he do it? You uhh

If I you I'm brainless
toilet, same shit and I'm sick of explainin' this
I'm waitin' on arraignment my nigga is the
Yeah I know you thinkin' fucked up ain't it?

I shoulda known and I planned to
But dog they be takin' me out of my zone like a nigga a handle
I sat and watched it put the gats back in the closet
That's what I my hands like an Iraqi hostage

Let niggas shots at me no response
I flip and pop my collar like the fons
You give a nigga a foot take you one step beyond
He'll try to play you the third time is the charm

You wanna with the writer of the Quran
Or old don't test him then
I know what y'all dick, pause
Your future's my I've been here before

I know when you're schemin' I feel you ply
And I got vision, intuition
I know where you goin' I read your mind's system
Everybody pers-pers-pers-perspirin'

the streets is talkin' niggas is gossipin'
Bitches all in your shit what's the of it?
I need to

You see me a bodyguard that means police is watchin'
And I only use his to keep my glock in
But when shit goes down you know who's doin' the
And if you don't guess who's doin' the droppin'

S dot again y'all got him in a bad
Bad move that's bad
How many times I got to prove?
How many loved have you got to lose?

Before you that it's probably true
Whatever say Jigga probably do
I paid my dues I made the news
I in the door for dolo blazed the crews

And the say"Jigga can't go back home"
You know when I that when I was back home
I'm comfortable dog Brooklyn to
On any Martin Luther don't part with your

Don't ever question if I got the heart to ya
The answer is simply too for the user
And as a snot-nose said that "He got flows"
But will he be to drop those before the cops close in?

'For the shots froze him and dead and gone
From what the has spoken my God
Everybody stressin' who's his moms?
Who he got Let me tell you ahh

Nigga streets is talkin' niggaz is
Bitches all in your shit what's the of it?
I need to

the, streets is talkin' niggas is gossipin'
Bitches all in your shit what's the of it?
I need to

I seen my murder in the hall if you must know
I lost my pops when I was twelve years old
He's somewhere where the liquor is takin' it's toll
But I ain't mad at you dad holla at lad

I grew up snowflake to niggas that was pro-base
The stress'll take a young nigga give him a old
All I did was smoke joke and drink
Cop they complained front row watch game

I seen niggas before me with a to write they own script
Slip up and change the
I seen young go out in a blaze of glory
Before reachin' puberty a nigga truthfully

I took trips with so shit in the whip
That if the cops pulled us the dog'd get sick, sniff
Smell me nigga, the real me nigga, minus the
if you feel me nigga

The streets is not only watchin' but talkin' now
they got me circlin' the block before I'm parkin' now
Don't get it twisted I ain't bitchin' I'm cautious now
Sub under the parka extra now

Hit his click sig up you fell at it dense
I get word to the street like Bell Atlantic
I feel the vibes and I the rumors
But fuck it I'm still alive and I'm still in jumaa I know

Niggas wanna me put my back to the wall
But pressure bust pipes I know I spat to
To know me is to love me you see me, can't be me hate
Fuck you I got guns Neo in 'Matrix'

Cross the family think sweet like Cairo
Or like play doh get knocked off like Fredo Corleone
They you with a hole in your dome
I roll with niggas follow you and go to your home

you ball
But nigga you fall to my
Catch you you reachin'
you then I cross you then I'm leavin

Apply full pressure
Like four-four get you out of here, pull
To the trigger fly in three's
You forever rest under bullshit, lies and leaves

I do
Dirt tell lies then
Look in my
Realize beans

Niggas wanna despise the
Till I play head coach and straight up they team
Trade they man for pies and a couple of things
the bullet ahh motherfuckers yeah