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 just get crushed
But thats why I with my duns, like I stick with the guns
get mad, Rip your hun, concentrate on my funds
Lift heavy gats concealed by my
Never get patted down when I 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 apply
Shave em down, blow intruding through your mecca
Wanna be a thug, now you got the look
Stick em up, leave Medicaid with the bill to
God-Body, With a rubber grip black
one in that ass make a nigga switch hobbies
A dosage, hand delivered, postage
it to your door step quick on short notice
Niggas get like, clog your bronchite
Show em how to rock right, when bitches are holdin mics, street

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

This is something you feel nigga, like the theme song from Hill Blues
is real, this is ill street news
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 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 don't ride for my
And then this Old G, scold me, and me, coldly
You it up and you will be dead like your homey
But I gotta redeem, get cream by any means
I never clean
Nigga, my whole got dirty
From the vials, to the trials and the up syrtie
Nigga you me, it's gangsta (and to the block)

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