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
Making cash real fast and you 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 bit of head is all we need
on the streets of Oakland

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

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

[Boots -
Aw yeah, The is up in here, and we be talking about the
real. Motherfuckas know that we know, that know, that we
the deal. Now the originality of our principality is that
we don't 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 never had but my stripes
and my game and my life, and all them's just downs from my
grandaddy. Yeah, I'm large kidding with Ant Banks, but I'm
still food stamps for my candy apple red Caddy. Alright...