Luyện nghe bài hát Streets is Talking

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

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

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

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

You wanna conversate with the of the Quran
Or old testament test him then
I know what y'all dick, pause
Your future's my past been here before

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'For the 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 Let me tell you ahh

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Niggas wanna press me put my 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 Mac's sweet Cairo
Or soft like play doh get off like Fredo Corleone
find you with a hole in your dome
I roll with niggas follow you and go to your home

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

Apply court pressure
Like get you out of here, pull pressure
To the bullets fly in three's
You forever rest under bullshit, dirt and leaves

I do
Dirt tell then leave
Look in my
it's beans

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