Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Raised Me

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

It's kinda bugged how I go
Know they staring, brain feels like a wheel lost with out the bearing
Stuck, contemplating on who I can
But Lleullo in a bill my feelings just get crushed
But thats why I stick with my duns, like I stick with the
Don't get mad, rip your hun, concentrate on my
Lift heavy gats by my waist
Never get down 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 edge pressure
Shave 'em down, blow marks right through mecca
be a thug, now you got the thug look
Stick 'em up, leave medicaid, with the to push
God-Body, with a rubber grip black
Pump one in his ass make nigga switch hobbies
A dossage, hand delivered, without
Bring it to your door step quick on notice
Niggas get like, Klonker Bronckite
'em how to rock right, when bitches hold 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 me this way
I'm we alive today
But how who am I to say
Whatever, you are a of me

This is something you nigga
Like the song from Hill Street Blues
This is real, this is ill news
How he gone, and left his moms struck
And now his brother ain't a fuck
Little sister up the butt now, dun' don't wet that
I want you to rest

'Cause you better belive Noyd goin' that
'Cause when I get em, I'ma 'em
out the sweeper, and spray it at them
I'm no killer, you me
But I'll be damned if I lie for my CO-D
And this Old G, scold me, and told me, coldly
You keep it up and you will be dead like homie

But I gotta redeem and get this cream by any
I never been
Nigga, my whole click got
the battles, to the trials and bloody up shirtsleeves
Nigga you me
gangsta, it's gangsta

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
Why'd you have to raise me way
I'm surprised we today
But how who am I to say
Whatever, you are a of me

Vision the I paint a picture
Similar to Ernie's nigga
But mines is more more guns
More drugs, mostly
All my duns, their baby moms daughter and
Dark blocks, with streets lamps shot the out
Park benches broke, a stretched out
off the roof and fell to his death, it's real
Hand walls displayed with R I P murials

Those who sling, play the shadows by the
Devils spring, kept em going while the blowing
Grams get dipped, are moked, cookies are broke
And spliced in large pieces for the fiends to
The sun sets looks over the projects
What a shame, its ain't the same where we at
If you look close, you can see the chipped off
Sometimes niggas miss when they off, don't get clipped off

Why'd you to raise me this way
You showed me how to survive the
But how long only can say
Whatever, you are a of me
you have 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 raise me way
I y'all till this day
But how only time can say
Whatever, you are a of me

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