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

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

You conversate with the writer of the Quran
Or old testament don't test him
I know what thinkin' dick, pause
Your future's my past I've here before

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

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 waist to my glock in
But when shit goes down you know doin' the poppin'
And if you don't know guess who's doin' the

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

you realize that it's probably true
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 when I was home
I'm comfortable dog to Rome
On any Martin Luther don't part 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 they said "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 what the has spoken my God
stressin' who's his baby's moms?
Who he got Let me tell you ahh

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

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

I seen my first murder in the 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 at your lad

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

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

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

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

Hit his sig up you fell at it you're dense
I get word to the street like Bell Express
I feel the vibes and I the rumors
But fuck it I'm alive and I'm still 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 hate
Fuck you I got guns Neo in 'Matrix'

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

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

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

I do
Dirt tell lies then
Look in my
Realize beans

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