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 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 watched it put the gats back in the
That's I tied my hands like an Iraqi hostage

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

You wanna conversate the writer of the Quran
Or old testament don't test him
I know what thinkin' dick, pause
Your future's my I've been 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
whisperin' pers-pers-pers-perspirin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga streets is 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 the cause of it?
I to know

I seen my first murder in the hall if you must
I lost my pops when I was eleven years old
He's probably somewhere 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 joke think and drink
Cop came complained front row watch game

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

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

The streets is not only 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 parka cartridge now

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

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

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

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

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

I do
Dirt tell lies then
in my eyes
Realize it's

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