Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Raised Me [Album Version]

It's bug how I dose sometimes; know they staring
Brain feels like a wheel lost without the bearing
Stuck, who I can trust
But like llello in a bill my feelings just get
But thats why I stick with my duns, like I stick the guns
Don't get mad, Rip hun, concentrate on my funds
Lift heavy concealed by my waist
Never get down when I step in the place
Jiggied up, scope the spot, beef, if it's not
Bally up, after get followed straight to the crib
Gem Star, edge apply pressure
Shave em down, blow marks through your mecca
be a thug, now you got the thug look
Stick em up, leave with the bill to foot
God-Body, With a grip black shotty
Pump one in ass make a nigga switch hobbies
A dosage, hand delivered, without
Bring it to your door step quick on short
get sniped like, clog your bronchite
Show em how to rock right, when bitches are mics, street life

Why'd you have to raise me this
You taught me how to the concrete
For how only time will say
Forever you a of me (Street Life)

This is something you feel nigga, the theme song from Hill Street Blues
is real, this is ill street news
How he gone, and left his moms mind
And now his brother not givin a
Little sister giving up the butt now, Dun wet that
I want you to rest black, cause you can believe that gon' handle that
when I get em, I'm gonna have em
Pull out the sweeper, and spray it at
I'm no killer, you me
But I'll be damned if I ride for my co-D
And then this Old G, me, and told me, coldly
You keep it up and you be dead like your homey
But I redeem, get this cream by any means
I been clean
Nigga, my whole got dirty
From the vials, to the and the bloodied up syrtie
you heard me, it's gangsta (and to the block)

Vision the I paint a picture
to Ernies Barnes nigga
But mines is more ghetto more
More drugs, thugs
All my duns, their moms daughter and sons
Dark blocks, with streets lamps shot the out
benches is broke, a nigga stretched out
Jumped off the roof and to his death it's real
Hand Ball walls displayed with murials
Those who sling, play the shadows by the
Devils spring, keep em going while the blowing
Grams get dipped, is moked, cookies is broke
And Spliced in large pieces for the fiends to
The sun set looks over the projects
What a shame, its ain't the where we stand at
If you look close you can see the chipped off
Sometimes niggas miss when they lick off don't get off
life