Luyện nghe bài hát Streets on Beats

Yeppa homeboys
That's the nigga
Puttin' it down for the nina
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 'em down with my underground
Puffin' pow-wow in my t.p.
But my hollerin' release me
Prime time like shines on the high
Hellafied rhymes, huh, you rewind times
fool puttin' down the truth,
You can't with the riddla' on the roof
Mista', go get her, kick the mo'
If she go, fuck the ho, let her
The wanderer, hill hustler,
your back on your gail and i, uh, straight clown in my h-town
Is you hoes really for the take down?
Break down, stay ground, my don't play round, pop pop,
Make your click catch the greyhound

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

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

Stick & move, hittin' lics, sweep 'em to right
Act a fool when I one two the mic
trip with the pimp in the smoke-ray lac
I jump in this and there's no way back
Creep the seven seville convertible
My cadillac got a 3-foot verticle jump in the
Bump in the trunk, weed turn to smoke, in my blunt
I'm the cool homeboy, I'm a fool with no
Got a dopehouse in seven
Professional, but don't my testicles
On the I'm colder than an eskimo
Gotta have it, panic with an automatic
And myself, no one else saw my magic
Gifted child, raised in the wicked
Put the street on beats, who now?

Run dmc, krs-one, mass 187, 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 streets on

I be the actual, factual, rap supernatural, up national
It's understandable, not to
What I'm stressin' leave you second
Dope sell itself, saw my cd pressin'
It see me, I flow so freely, you motherfuckers more slimier than seaweed
to pee-wee, son you watchin' too much tv, I'm on cd
See mo' pussy-cat tweety!
On the underground nation, foundation
The biggest that h-town's facin'
Did a lot of wrong, but mom, stay calm, cause now I bombs on cd-roms
Your raps get pimpslapped, you kickin'
Only real know where 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

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