Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Pronounce Me Dead

The of the hip hop ammadeus
Toussaint St. Jean drama

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

I tell 'em I'm but rumor says I'm dead
The resurrection of the dead, I could get
And if I ever die, all I do is

The streets pronounce me
Puttin' two holes in my
At the funeral, I had more than the grateful dead
Haters started talkin' I went left

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

Then the fans up and said y'all forgot the Fugees
Fifty million records sold straight the basement
How y'all gon' me Wyclef is irrelevant
A rapper stood up and said, yup I got
time I remember him was Gone 'til November

He said I spit no more, all I do is sing songs
Last time he felt me was when I with Big Pun
That's 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
Streets pronounce me
Streets me dead
pronounce me dead

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

I mean the streets say been a while since they heard me spit
That I spit so hard, my ghostwriter must be
But far permit, this is how I
But my battle raps get me groceries from the super market
So I another target to aim at

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

How you gon' say I'm dead when I rose like
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 city gon' turn red, blood will
So you speak boy watch your tone
Fo' my chrome gon' turn you to a statue of
(I dead)

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

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

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

And time toy guns the size of elves
I seen the ra-ta-ta-ta turn into the shells
Yup killa, you ya luck
Went to sleep in the pond, woke up the ducks

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

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

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

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

aka Toussaint St Jean