Luyện nghe bài hát Streets is Talking

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

If I you I'm brainless
Different toilet, shit and I'm sick of explainin' this
I'm on arraignment my nigga is the plantiff
Yeah I know what you thinkin' 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 I tied my hands 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 take you one beyond
He'll try to you twice the third time is the charm

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga is talkin' niggaz is gossipin'
all in your shit what's 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 need to

I seen my first murder in the hall if you must
I lost my pops when I was eleven years old
He's somewhere where the liquor is takin' it's toll
But I mad at you dad holla at your lad

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you ball
But you fall to my defense
you while you reachin'
Clip you then I cross you I'm leavin

Apply court 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 then
Look in my
Realize beans

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