Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Raised Me [Album Version]

It's kinda bug how I dose sometimes; know staring
Brain feels like a wheel lost the ball 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 with the
Don't get mad, Rip hun, concentrate on my funds
Lift heavy gats concealed by my
get patted down when I step in the place
Jiggied up, the spot, confirm beef, if it's not
Bally up, after get followed straight to the crib
Gem Star, double edge pressure
Shave em down, blow marks intruding your mecca
Wanna be a thug, now you got the thug
Stick em up, leave Medicaid with the bill to
God-Body, With a rubber grip shotty
Pump one in that ass make a switch hobbies
A dosage, hand delivered, postage
it to your door step quick on short notice
Niggas get sniped like, clog your
Show em how to rock right, when bitches are holdin mics, street

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

This is something you feel nigga, like the song from Hill Street Blues
This is real, this is ill street
How he gone, and left his moms struck
And now his not givin a fuck
Little sister giving up the butt now, Dun don't wet
I want you to rest black, cause you can believe that Noyd gon' handle
Cause when I get em, I'm have em
Pull out the sweeper, and it at them
I'm no killer, you me
But I'll be damned if I don't for my co-D
And then this Old G, me, and told me, coldly
You keep it up and you will be dead like homey
But I gotta redeem, get cream by any means
I never clean
Nigga, my click got dirty
From the vials, to the trials and the up syrtie
Nigga you heard me, it's (and to the block)

Vision the canvas I a picture
to Ernies Barnes nigga
But mines is ghetto more guns
drugs, mostly thugs
All my duns, their baby moms daughter and
Dark blocks, with streets shot the fuck out
Park is broke, a nigga stretched out
Jumped off the roof and to his death it's real
Hand Ball walls displayed R-I-P murials
who sling, play the shadows by the building
Devils spring, keep em going while the blowing
get dipped, 50's is moked, cookies is broke
And Spliced in large pieces for the fiends to
The sun set beautiful over the projects
What a shame, its ain't the same we stand at
If you close you can see the bricks chipped off
Sometimes niggas miss when they off don't get clipped off
life