Luyện nghe bài hát Streets on Beats

Yeppa homeboys
That's the nigga
Puttin' it for the nina eight
We givin' prop, what we did this
So don't trip, if we forgot your

I a hundred pounds in my hustle town
Come around fuck 'em down my underground
pow-wow clouds in my t.p.
But my hollerin' release me
Prime time like shines on the mimes
Hellafied rhymes, huh, you rewind times
Another puttin' down the truth,
You fuck with the riddla' on the roof
Mista', go get her, the mo' better
If she wanna go, the ho, let her
The wanderer, wood hustler,
Turn your back on your and i, uh, straight clown in my h-town
Is you hoes really ready for the take
Break down, stay ground, my niggas don't round, pop pop,
Make your click catch the greyhound

Geto boys, p, dj screw, kid frost, mobb deep,
Ese fools, ice-t, fat pat, enemy,
We, put the streets on

Makaveli, rakim, hustlers, most hated,
Too $hort, thugs, dogg pound, nas, the fugees,
We, put the streets on

Stick & move, hittin' lics, sweep 'em left to
Act a fool when I one two the mic
Come trip with the pimp in the lac
I jump in this and there's no way back
Creep the seven seven seville
My cadillac got a 3-foot jump in the front
Bump in the trunk, weed to smoke, skunk in my blunt
I'm the cool homeboy, I'm a fool with no
Got a dopehouse in seven
Professional, but don't test my
On the I'm colder than an eskimo
have it, causing panic with an automatic
And leaving myself, no one else saw my
Gifted child, raised in the wild
Put the street on beats, who trippin'

Run dmc, krs-one, 187, spice 1,
hardheadz, tolo g,
We, put the on beats

Dj quik, big snipe, criminal rage,
20-2-life, n.w.a., kim, rasheed,
We, put the on beats

I be the actual, factual, rap supernatural, blowin' up
It's understandable, not to
What I'm stressin' you second guessin'
sell itself, saw my cd steady pressin'
It see me, I flow so freely, you motherfuckers more slimier than seaweed
Jus' to pee-wee, son you watchin' too tv, I'm on cd
See mo' than tweety!
On the nation, layin' foundation
The biggest that h-town's facin'
Did a lot of wrong, but mom, calm, cause now I drop bombs on cd-roms
raps get pimpslapped, you kickin' bubblegum
Only niggas know where I'm comin' from, under confusion
Run up on houston, and bow down to the styles I am

garden, e.s.g., street military, bam, al-d
K-rino, blank, klondike, botany,
We, put the streets on

cricket troublemaker, a.c. chill,
Biggie smalls, outkast, hill
shade of brown, malascho, w.c.,
We, put the streets on