Luyện nghe bài hát Streets on Beats

Yeppa yeppa
That's the low-g
Puttin' it down for the nina
We givin' prop, we did this week
So trip, if we forgot your click

I move a pounds in my hustle town
Come around fuck 'em with my underground
pow-wow clouds in my t.p.
But my hina' release me
Prime time shines on the high mimes
Hellafied rhymes, huh, you rewind times
Another fool down the truth,
You can't fuck with the on the roof
Mista', go get her, kick the mo'
If she go, fuck the ho, let her
The wanderer, hill hustler,
Turn back on your gail 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 whole click the greyhound

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

Makaveli, rakim, hillwood hustlers, hated,
Too $hort, bone thugs, pound, nas, the fugees,
We, put the on beats

Stick & move, hittin' lics, sweep 'em left to
Act a when I one two check the mic
Come trip with the pimp in the lac
I in this shit and there's no way back
Creep the seven seville convertible
My got a 3-foot verticle jump in the front
in the trunk, weed turn to smoke, skunk in my blunt
I'm the cool homeboy, I'm a fool with no
Got a dopehouse in locations
Professional, but test my testicles
On the pedestal I'm colder than an
Gotta it, causing panic with an automatic
And leaving myself, no one else saw my
Gifted child, in the wicked wild
Put the street on beats, who now?

Run dmc, krs-one, mass 187, 1,
Herschelwood hardheadz, g,
We, put the on beats

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

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

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, cypress
Lighter of brown, malascho, w.c.,
We, put the on beats