Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Raised Me [Album Version]

It's bug how I dose sometimes; know they staring
Brain feels like a wheel without the ball bearing
Stuck, contemplating who I can
But llello in a bill my feelings just get crushed
But why I stick with my duns, like I stick with the guns
Don't get mad, Rip your hun, concentrate on my
Lift heavy concealed 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 get followed straight to the crib
Gem Star, double edge pressure
Shave em down, blow marks 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 grip black
Pump one in that ass make a nigga switch
A dosage, delivered, without postage
Bring it to your door step on short notice
Niggas get like, clog your bronchite
Show em how to rock right, when bitches are holdin mics, street

Why'd you have to raise me this
You taught me how to survive the
For how only time will say
Forever you a of me (Street Life)

This is something you feel nigga, like the theme song from Hill Street
This is real, this is ill street
How he gone, and left his moms struck
And now his not givin a fuck
Little sister giving up the now, Dun don't wet that
I want you to rest black, cause you can believe Noyd gon' handle that
Cause 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 your homey
But I gotta redeem, get cream by any means
I never been
Nigga, my whole click got
From the vials, to the and the bloodied up syrtie
you heard me, it's gangsta (and to the block)

Vision the canvas I a picture
Similar to Ernies Barnes
But is more ghetto more guns
drugs, mostly thugs
All my duns, their baby moms daughter and
Dark blocks, streets lamps shot the fuck out
Park benches is broke, a nigga 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 going while the blowing
Grams get dipped, 50's is moked, is broke
And Spliced in large pieces for the fiends to
The sun set beautiful over the projects
What a shame, its ain't the same we stand at
If you look close you can see the bricks off
niggas miss when they lick off don't get clipped off
Street