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 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 with the
Don't get mad, Rip your hun, concentrate on my
Lift heavy concealed by my waist
Never get patted down when I step in the
Jiggied up, scope the spot, beef, if it's not
up, after this get followed straight to the crib
Gem Star, edge apply pressure
Shave em down, blow intruding through your mecca
Wanna be a thug, now you got the look
Stick em up, leave Medicaid with the to foot
God-Body, a rubber grip black shotty
Pump one in that ass make a nigga switch
A dosage, hand delivered, without
Bring it to your step quick on short notice
Niggas get sniped like, your bronchite
Show em how to rock right, when bitches are holdin mics, street

you have to raise me this way?
You taught me how to the concrete
For how only time will say
you a part of me (Street Life)

This is something you feel nigga, the theme song from Hill Street Blues
This is real, this is ill street
How he gone, and his moms mind struck
And now his brother not givin a
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
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 for my co-D
And then Old G, scold me, and told me, coldly
You keep it up and you will be dead like your
But I redeem, get this cream by any means
I been clean
Nigga, my whole click got
the vials, to the trials and the bloodied up syrtie
Nigga you heard me, gangsta (and to the block)

Vision the canvas I a picture
Similar to Barnes nigga
But mines is ghetto more guns
More drugs, mostly
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 and fell to his death it's real
Hand Ball walls displayed with R-I-P
Those who sling, play the by the building
Devils spring, em going while the snows blowing
Grams get dipped, is moked, cookies is broke
And Spliced in pieces for the fiends to smoke
The sun set looks beautiful over the
What a shame, its ain't the where we stand at
If you close you can see the bricks chipped off
Sometimes miss when they lick off don't get clipped off
Street