Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Raised Me [Album Version]

It's kinda bug how I dose sometimes; they staring
Brain like a wheel lost without the ball bearing
Stuck, who I can trust
But like llello in a bill my feelings get crushed
But why I stick with my duns, like I stick with the guns
Don't get mad, Rip your hun, on my funds
Lift heavy gats by my waist
Never get down 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 apply
Shave em down, marks intruding through your mecca
Wanna be a thug, now you got the look
Stick em up, Medicaid with the bill to foot
God-Body, With a rubber black shotty
Pump one in that ass a nigga switch hobbies
A dosage, delivered, without postage
Bring it to your door step quick on notice
Niggas get sniped like, your bronchite
Show em how to rock right, when bitches are holdin mics, life

Why'd you have to me this way?
You me how to survive the concrete
For how long only will say
you a part 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 brother not givin a
Little sister giving up the butt now, Dun wet that
I want you to rest black, cause you can that Noyd 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 be damned 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 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, gangsta (and to the block)

Vision the canvas I paint a
to Ernies Barnes nigga
But mines is more ghetto guns
drugs, mostly thugs
All my duns, their moms daughter and sons
Dark blocks, with streets lamps the fuck out
benches is broke, a nigga stretched out
Jumped off the roof and fell to his death real
Hand Ball walls with R-I-P murials
Those who sling, the shadows by the building
Devils spring, em going while the snows blowing
get dipped, 50's is moked, cookies is broke
And in large pieces for the fiends to smoke
The sun set looks beautiful the projects
What a shame, its ain't the same where we at
If you look close you can see the chipped off
Sometimes niggas miss when lick off don't get clipped off
Street