Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Raised Me [Album Version]

It's kinda bug how I dose sometimes; they staring
Brain feels a wheel lost without the ball bearing
Stuck, contemplating who I can
But like llello in a bill my feelings get crushed
But thats why I stick my duns, like I stick with the guns
Don't get mad, Rip hun, concentrate on my funds
Lift heavy gats concealed by my
Never get patted down I step in the place
Jiggied up, scope the spot, confirm beef, if not
Bally up, after this get followed to the crib
Gem Star, double edge pressure
Shave em down, blow marks intruding through mecca
Wanna be a thug, now you got the thug
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
Bring it to door step quick on short notice
get sniped like, clog your bronchite
Show em how to rock right, when bitches are holdin mics, life

you have to raise me this way?
You taught me how to survive the
For how long only time say
Forever you a of me (Street Life)

is something you feel nigga, like the theme song from Hill Street Blues
This is real, is ill street news
How he gone, and his moms mind struck
And now his brother not givin a
Little sister giving up the now, Dun don't wet that
I want you to black, cause you can believe that Noyd gon' handle that
Cause when I get em, I'm gonna 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 Old G, scold me, and told me, coldly
You keep it up and you will be dead like your
But I gotta redeem, get cream by any means
I never been
Nigga, my whole click got
the vials, to the trials and the bloodied up syrtie
Nigga you me, it's gangsta (and to the block)

Vision the I paint a picture
Similar to Barnes nigga
But is more 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 it's real
Hand Ball walls displayed with R-I-P
Those who sling, the shadows by the building
Devils spring, keep em while the snows blowing
Grams get dipped, is moked, cookies is broke
And Spliced in large pieces for the to smoke
The sun set looks over the projects
What a shame, its ain't the same where we at
If you look you can see the bricks chipped off
Sometimes niggas miss when they off don't get clipped off
Street