Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Raised Me

uh huh
That true
That that makes me feel shit
To all my niggas and my
Yo, it, uh huh

It's bugged how I go sometimes
Know they staring, brain like a wheel lost with out the ball bearing
Stuck, contemplating on who I can
But Lleullo in a bill my feelings just get crushed
But thats why I stick my duns, like I stick with the guns
Don't get mad, rip your hun, on my funds
Lift gats concealed by my waist
Never get patted when I step in the place
Jiggied up, smoke the pot, if it is real reefer or not
Rally up, after get followed straight to the crib

Gem star, double apply pressure
Shave 'em down, marks right through your mecca
Wanna be a thug, now you got the look
Stick 'em up, leave medicaid, with the real to
God-Body, with a rubber grip black
one in his ass make that nigga switch hobbies
A dossage, delivered, without postage
Bring it to your door step on short notice
Niggas get like, Klonker Bronckite
Show 'em how to rock right, when bitches the mic

Why'd you have to raise me way
You showed me how to survive the
But how long time can say
Whatever, you are a of me
Why'd you have to raise me way
I'm we alive today
But how who am I to say
Whatever, you are a of me

is something you feel nigga
Like the theme song Hill Street Blues
This is real, this is ill news
How he gone, and left his moms mind
And now his brother giving a fuck
Little sister giving up the butt now, dun' wet that
I want you to rest

'Cause you better Noyd goin' handle that
'Cause I get em, I'ma have 'em
out the sweeper, and spray it at them
I'm no killer, you me
But I'll be if I don't lie for my CO-D
And then this Old G, me, and told me, coldly
You it up and you will be dead like your homie

But I gotta redeem and get cream by any means
I been clean
Nigga, my whole got dirty
From the battles, to the and bloody up shirtsleeves
you heard me
It's gangsta, it's

Why'd you have to me this way
You me how to survive the concrete
But how long only can say
Whatever, you are a of me
you have to raise me this way
I'm surprised we alive
But how who am I to say
Whatever, you are a of me

Vision the canvas I a picture
to Ernie's Barnes nigga
But is more ghetto more guns
More drugs, thugs
All my duns, baby moms daughter and sons
Dark blocks, with streets lamps shot the out
Park benches broke, a nigga out
Jumped off the roof and to his death, it's real
ball walls displayed with R I P murials

Those who sling, the shadows by the building
Devils spring, kept em going the snows blowing
Grams get dipped, 50's are moked, cookies are
And spliced in large pieces for the to smoke
The sun sets beautiful over the projects
What a shame, its the same where we stand at
If you look close, you can see the bricks off
Sometimes niggas miss when they lick off, get clipped off

Why'd you have to me this way
You me how to survive the concrete
But how long time can say
Whatever, you are a of me
Why'd you to raise me this way
I'm surprised we today
But how who am I to say
Whatever, you are a of me

Why'd you have to me this way
I loved y'all this day
But how only time can say
Whatever, you are a of me

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