Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Pronounce Me Dead

The of the hip hop ammadeus
Wyclef St. Jean drama

Streets pronounce me
Streets pronounce me
Streets pronounce me
pronounce me dead
Streets pronounce me
Streets pronounce me

I tell 'em I'm alive but says I'm dead
The resurrection of the dead, I never get
And if I ever die, all I do is

The pronounce me dead
two holes in my head
At the funeral, I had more friends than the dead
started talkin' sayin' I went left

Akon took my spot, will.i.am took my
Started beatin' on the coffin I could hear the crowd
But they can't hear me 'cause Lil' Jon's preachin' too
That's when the bishop last words for friends and family

the fans stood up and said y'all forgot the Fugees
Fifty million records straight from the basement
How y'all tell me Wyclef is irrelevant
A stood up and said, yup I got amnesia
Last I remember him was Gone 'til November

He said I don't spit no more, all I do is songs
Last time he felt me was I rhymed with Big Pun
right get the hate off ya chest
You a rap con artist, not a Kanye
(I dead)

Streets me dead
pronounce me dead
Streets pronounce me
pronounce me dead
Streets pronounce me
pronounce me dead

I tell 'em I'm alive but rumor I'm dead
The of the dead, I could never get
And if I die, all I do is ride

I mean the streets say it's been a while they heard me spit
That I spit so hard, my ghostwriter be cannabis
But far permit, this is how I
But my battle raps couldn't get me groceries from the market
So I another target to aim at

I went from stamps to the black a mac's
Eight track cassettes, the CD's, the
Bmx bixes, the hoopdies, the hot
And my swag come from

How you gon' say I'm dead when I like Lazareth
And this ain't mystic, I ain't voodoo
We do carry spears like the
So watch your mouth boy, I ain't

Fo' the gon' turn red, blood will shed
So before you speak boy your tone
Fo' my chrome gon' turn you to a of stone
(I dead)

pronounce me dead
Streets me dead
pronounce me dead
Streets me dead
pronounce me dead
Streets pronounce me

I tell 'em I'm alive but says I'm dead
The of the dead, I could never get
And if I die, all I do is ride

They all got shocked when I from the coffin
Dust my self off then headed out to new
Destroyed and rebuilt, my voice sound like
tune like milk, I used to shop lift with no guilt

And Christmas time toy guns the size of
I seen the turn into the real shells
Yup killa, you ya luck
Went to in the pond, woke up with the ducks

And this gangsta talk, I don't talk the talk
I you walk or get outlined in chalk
And you from the street
But yet you the streets
You a C, O, P, a cop the beat

But the rule on the streets they turn on you
Like a pit after givin' him food
Or the girl that you all the cars and the jewels
Only to find out on memorial dey fuckin' in the pool
(I dead)

pronounce me dead
Streets pronounce me
pronounce me dead
Streets me dead
Streets me dead
pronounce me dead

I tell 'em I'm alive but rumor says I'm
The resurrection of the dead, I never get
And if I die, all I do is ride

Yea
Warriors

From the hut, to the projects, to the
So y'all know you, y'all ain't got no
I'm

Wyclef aka St Jean