Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Raised Me [Album Version]

It's kinda bug how I dose sometimes; know they
feels like a wheel lost without the ball bearing
Stuck, who I can trust
But llello in a bill my feelings just get crushed
But thats why I stick with my duns, like I with the guns
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, this get followed straight to the crib
Gem Star, double apply pressure
Shave em down, blow intruding through your mecca
be a thug, now you got the thug look
Stick em up, leave with the bill to foot
God-Body, With a rubber black shotty
Pump one in that ass make a switch hobbies
A dosage, delivered, without postage
it to your door step quick on short notice
Niggas get sniped like, clog bronchite
Show em how to rock right, when bitches are mics, street life

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

This is you feel nigga, like the theme song from Hill Street Blues
This is real, this is ill street
How he gone, and left his moms mind
And now his brother not givin a
Little sister giving up the now, Dun don't wet that
I want you to black, cause you can believe that Noyd gon' handle that
Cause when I get em, I'm have em
out the sweeper, and spray it at them
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 your homey
But I redeem, get this cream by any means
I never clean
Nigga, my whole click got
From the vials, to the trials and the bloodied up
Nigga you me, it's gangsta (and to the block)

Vision the I paint a picture
to Ernies Barnes nigga
But mines is more more guns
More drugs, mostly
All my duns, their moms daughter and sons
Dark blocks, with streets lamps shot the out
Park benches is broke, a stretched out
Jumped off the roof and fell to his death real
Hand Ball walls displayed with murials
who sling, play the shadows by the building
Devils spring, keep em while the snows blowing
Grams get dipped, 50's is moked, is broke
And in large pieces for the fiends to smoke
The sun set looks beautiful over the
a shame, its ain't the same where we stand at
If you look close you can see the bricks off
Sometimes niggas miss when they lick off don't get off
Street