Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Raised Me [Album Version]

It's kinda bug how I dose know they staring
Brain feels like a lost without the ball bearing
Stuck, contemplating who I can
But like llello in a bill my feelings just get
But thats why I stick 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 patted down when I in the place
Jiggied up, scope the spot, beef, if it's not
Bally up, after this get straight to the crib
Gem Star, edge apply pressure
Shave em down, blow marks intruding your mecca
Wanna be a thug, now you got the look
Stick em up, leave with the bill to foot
God-Body, With a grip black shotty
Pump one in that ass make a nigga hobbies
A dosage, hand delivered, without
Bring it to 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 have to raise me this
You taught me how to the concrete
For how long only time say
Forever you a of me (Street Life)

This is something you feel nigga, like the song from Hill Street Blues
is real, this is ill street news
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 that Noyd gon' 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 be damned if I don't ride for my co-D
And this Old G, scold me, and told me, coldly
You keep it up and you will be dead like homey
But I gotta redeem, get this cream by any
I never clean
Nigga, my click got dirty
From the vials, to the trials and the bloodied up
Nigga you heard me, gangsta (and to the block)

Vision the canvas I paint a
Similar to Ernies Barnes
But mines is ghetto more guns
drugs, mostly thugs
All my duns, their moms daughter and sons
Dark blocks, streets lamps shot the fuck out
benches is broke, a nigga stretched out
Jumped off the roof and fell to his death it's
Ball walls displayed with R-I-P murials
Those who sling, play the shadows by the
Devils spring, keep em while the snows blowing
get dipped, 50's 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 the same where we stand at
If you look you can see the bricks chipped off
Sometimes niggas miss when they off don't get clipped off
Street