Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Raised Me [Album Version]

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

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

This is something you feel nigga, like the theme from Hill Street Blues
This is real, this is ill street
How he gone, and left his mind struck
And now his brother not a fuck
Little sister giving up the butt now, Dun wet that
I want you to rest black, cause you can that Noyd gon' handle that
Cause when I get em, I'm gonna em
Pull out the sweeper, and it at them
I'm no killer, you me
But I'll be if I don't ride for my co-D
And then this Old G, scold me, and told me,
You keep it up and you be dead like your homey
But I gotta redeem, get cream by any means
I been clean
Nigga, my whole 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 paint a
Similar to Ernies nigga
But mines is more more guns
More drugs, thugs
All my duns, their baby moms daughter and
blocks, with streets lamps shot the fuck out
Park is broke, a nigga stretched out
Jumped off the and fell to his death it's real
Hand Ball walls displayed with murials
who sling, play the shadows by the building
Devils spring, keep em going while the snows
Grams get dipped, is moked, cookies is broke
And Spliced in large pieces for the to smoke
The sun set looks beautiful 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