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 without the bearing
Stuck, who I can trust
But like llello in a my feelings just get crushed
But thats why I stick with my duns, like I with the guns
Don't get mad, Rip your hun, concentrate on my
Lift gats concealed by my waist
Never get patted down when I step in the
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, blow marks intruding your mecca
Wanna be a thug, now you got the thug
Stick em up, Medicaid with the bill to foot
God-Body, With a grip black shotty
one in that ass make a nigga switch hobbies
A dosage, hand delivered, postage
Bring it to your door step quick on short
get sniped like, clog your bronchite
Show em how to right, when bitches are holdin mics, street life

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

This is something you feel nigga, like the theme song from Street Blues
is real, this is ill street news
How he gone, and left his moms mind
And now his brother not givin a
Little giving up the butt now, Dun don't wet that
I want you to rest black, 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 ride for my co-D
And then this Old G, scold me, and 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 whole click got
From the vials, to the and the bloodied up syrtie
Nigga you heard me, it's (and to the block)

Vision the canvas I a picture
Similar to Barnes nigga
But mines is more ghetto guns
More drugs, thugs
All my duns, their baby moms and sons
Dark blocks, with lamps shot the fuck out
Park benches is broke, a nigga out
Jumped off the and fell to his death it's real
Hand walls displayed with R-I-P murials
Those who sling, play the shadows by the
Devils spring, em going while the snows blowing
Grams get dipped, 50's is moked, is broke
And Spliced in 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 you can see the bricks chipped off
Sometimes miss when they lick off don't get clipped off
life