Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Raised Me [Album Version]

It's kinda bug how I dose sometimes; they staring
Brain feels like a wheel lost the ball bearing
Stuck, contemplating who I can
But like llello in a bill my feelings just get
But why I stick with my duns, like I stick with the guns
Don't get mad, Rip hun, concentrate on my funds
Lift heavy concealed by my waist
Never get patted when I step in the place
up, scope the spot, confirm beef, if it's not
Bally up, after this get followed to the crib
Gem Star, double edge pressure
Shave em down, blow marks intruding through your
Wanna be a thug, now you got the thug
Stick em up, leave Medicaid with the to foot
God-Body, a rubber grip black shotty
Pump one in ass make a nigga switch hobbies
A dosage, hand delivered, postage
Bring it to your door step quick on notice
Niggas get sniped like, your bronchite
Show em how to right, when bitches are holdin mics, street life

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

This is something you nigga, like 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
sister giving up the butt now, Dun don't wet that
I want you to rest black, cause you can believe that Noyd handle that
Cause when I get em, I'm gonna 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 Old G, scold me, and told me, coldly
You keep it up and you will be dead like your
But I gotta redeem, get this 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)

the canvas I paint a picture
Similar to Ernies nigga
But mines is ghetto more guns
drugs, mostly thugs
All my duns, their baby daughter and sons
Dark blocks, with streets shot the fuck out
Park benches is broke, a stretched out
Jumped off the roof and fell to his 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 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 you can see the bricks chipped off
Sometimes niggas miss when they lick off get clipped off
Street