Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Raised Me [Album Version]

It's kinda bug how I dose sometimes; know they
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 with the guns
get mad, Rip your hun, concentrate on my funds
Lift heavy concealed by my waist
Never get down when I step in the place
Jiggied up, 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, marks intruding through 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 a nigga switch hobbies
A dosage, hand delivered, without
it to your door step quick on short notice
Niggas get sniped like, clog your
Show em how to rock right, bitches are holdin mics, street life

Why'd you have to raise me this
You taught me how to the concrete
For how long time will 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 news
How he gone, and his moms mind struck
And now his brother not givin a
Little sister up the butt now, Dun don't wet that
I want you to rest black, cause you can believe that 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 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 like 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 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 more ghetto more
More drugs, thugs
All my duns, their baby moms daughter and
blocks, with streets lamps shot the fuck out
Park benches is broke, a stretched out
Jumped off the roof and fell to his it's real
Hand Ball walls displayed R-I-P murials
Those who sling, play the shadows by the
Devils spring, keep em going the snows blowing
Grams get dipped, is moked, cookies is broke
And Spliced in large pieces for the fiends to
The sun set beautiful over the projects
What a shame, its the same where we stand at
If you look close you can see the chipped off
Sometimes niggas when they lick off don't get clipped off
Street