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, shit and I'm sick of explainin' this
I'm waitin' on my nigga is the plantiff
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 like a with a handle
I sat back and it put the gats back in the closet
That's what I tied my hands like an Iraqi

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
He'll try to play you twice the third time is the

You wanna conversate the writer of the Quran
Or old testament don't test him
I know y'all thinkin' dick, pause
Your future's my past I've been before

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

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

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 doin' the poppin'
And if you know guess who's doin' the droppin'

S dot y'all 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 it's probably true
Whatever say Jigga probably do
Shit I paid my I made the news
I came in the door for blazed the crews

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

Don't ever 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?

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

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

When the, streets is talkin' is gossipin'
all in your shit what's the cause 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
probably 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 take a nigga give him a old face
All I did was joke think and drink
Cop came they front row watch game

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

I took trips with so much in the whip
That if the cops pulled us over the get sick, sniff
me nigga, the real me nigga, minus the rumors
Holla if you feel me

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

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

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

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

Thought you
But nigga you to my defense
you while you reachin'
Clip you then I cross you then I'm

Apply full court
Like four-four get you out of here, pressure
To the trigger bullets fly in
You forever rest under bullshit, dirt lies and

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

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