Luyện nghe bài hát Streets is Talking

Is he a blood? Is he a
Is he that? Is he
Did he do it? You uhh

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

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

Let take shots at me no response
I just and pop my collar like the fons
You give a nigga a foot he'll take you one beyond
He'll try to you twice 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 thinkin' dick,
Your future's my past I've been here

I know you're schemin' I feel when you ply
And I got vision, intuition
I know where you goin' I read your navigational system
Everybody whisperin'

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

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

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

you realize that it's probably true
Whatever say Jigga probably do
Shit I paid my dues I made the
I came in the door for dolo blazed the

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

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

the shots froze him and he's dead and gone
From the block has spoken my God
Everybody stressin' who's his baby's
Who he got pregnant? Let me you ahh

streets is talkin' niggaz is gossipin'
Bitches all in your shit the cause of it?
I to know

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

I seen my first murder in the hall if you must
I lost my pops when I was eleven twelve old
He's probably somewhere where the 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 him a old face
All I did was smoke joke and drink
Cop came they complained row watch game

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

I trips with so much 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
Holla if you feel me

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

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

wanna press me put my back to the wall
But pressure bust pipes I I spat to y'all
To know me is to love me you see me, can't be me this
you I got guns like Neo in 'Matrix'

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

you ball
But nigga you fall to my
Catch you while you
Clip you then I cross you then I'm

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

I do
Dirt tell lies leave
Look in my
Realize it's

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