Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Raised Me [Album Version]

It's kinda bug how I dose know they staring
Brain feels like a wheel without the ball bearing
Stuck, contemplating who I can
But like llello in a bill my just get crushed
But thats why I stick with my duns, like I with the guns
Don't get mad, Rip your hun, on my funds
Lift gats concealed by my waist
Never get patted when I step in the place
Jiggied up, scope the spot, beef, if it's not
Bally up, after this get followed to the crib
Gem Star, edge apply pressure
Shave em down, blow marks through your mecca
Wanna be a thug, now you got the thug
Stick em up, leave Medicaid with the to foot
God-Body, With a rubber black shotty
one in that ass make a nigga switch hobbies
A dosage, hand delivered, 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 to raise me this way?
You me how to survive the concrete
For how long time will say
you a part of me (Street Life)

This is something you feel nigga, the theme song from Hill Street Blues
This is real, this is ill street
How he gone, and left his moms mind
And now his brother not givin a
Little sister giving up the butt now, Dun don't wet
I want you to black, cause you can believe that Noyd gon' handle that
when I get em, I'm gonna have 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 this Old G, scold me, and me, coldly
You keep it up and you will be dead like homey
But I redeem, get this cream by any means
I been clean
Nigga, my click got dirty
From the vials, to the trials and the bloodied up
Nigga you me, it's gangsta (and to the block)

the canvas I paint a picture
Similar to Ernies Barnes
But mines is more ghetto more
drugs, mostly thugs
All my duns, their baby daughter and sons
Dark blocks, with streets lamps shot the out
Park benches is broke, a nigga out
Jumped off the roof and fell to his death it's
Hand Ball walls displayed R-I-P murials
Those who sling, the shadows by the building
spring, keep em going while the snows blowing
Grams get dipped, is moked, cookies is broke
And Spliced in pieces for the fiends to smoke
The sun set looks beautiful the projects
What a shame, its ain't the same we stand at
If you look close you can see the bricks off
Sometimes niggas miss when they off don't get clipped off
life