Luyện nghe bài hát Streets of Oakland

[Ant
Yeah, to the break of dawn, you know? Let's do

Niggas in all day long
Be pimping these hoes from til dawn
cash real fast and you know it's on
Hanging on the streets of

All we do is smoke that
And brew on the ave til we get keyed
And a little bit of head is all we
on the streets of Oakland

[Ant
Welcome to the zone, where the niggas don't play that
man for self, the rule is to stay strapped
Cause rat packers try to jack ass
the jealousy that's built in the streets when you stack cash
And blast, hoping they can get get it
Punk, so if you got it, you to get with it
Or quit it, cause niggas be flipping dope and
Your friends might get you if you're slipping in
Yeah, so don't play no punk-ass nigga
they'll mash on your cash and get ghost
And say Ant Banks didn't warn ya
About the gangstas killing in California
That's where I'm from, nigga, in my G-ride
Hey, you see me slide when I'm on the Eastside
Making all my gitnotes
Making sure my gat straight smitnokes, smobbing my fitnokes
That's all we doing is the town is seeing bitches
back getting high lounging
It really doesn't matter what you do, yo with your crew
You're sipping on a brew, pimping bitches too
And the shit don't me if that's how it's gotta be
macking these hoes should be equality
See, the game goes deep when rolling
Hanging on the of Oakland

Nighttime falls and everybody's
No punks around so occurring
But the sideshow's and everybody's flossing
In they ride trying to side and all the are tossing
And brother bump, trunk of funk is knocking
Candy paint on they keeps the bitches jocking
Knowing a balling-ass nigga everybody hates
in the town with a pound straight dropping weight
Blowing up dynamite
Selling weed, yey, angel dust, hop, and white
Fuck it, you're making duckets, never riding
Playing punk bitches like
Yo, but there's a lot of fake counterfeit
Playa on they homies trying to dry cat
To look good for the hoes, man these ain't joking
Boy, you get ass smoked in Oakland

[Boots -
Aw yeah, The is up in here, and we be talking about the
real. know that we know, that they know, that we
know the deal. Now the originality of our is that
we play the pimp. But the reality of our locality, and
you'll this gradually, is that motherfuckas do this shit
to pay their rent. But here's a hint: how we get it straight
when we bent? Shit, see I ain't had shit but my stripes
and my game and my life, and all them's just downs from my
grandaddy. Yeah, I'm living large with Ant Banks, but I'm
still hustling food stamps for my apple red Caddy. Alright...