Luyện nghe bài hát Take It to The Streets

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Take it to the streets, snakes heat in this game
You wanna be a player, I spray gators off ya feet
enemy #1, one, one
From brook-lan, tons of guns, and duns
That'll make you cough up one in the lung, up ya tongue
Four pounds ya sons, now you wanted to run
you for fun, softer than a fresh baked bun
You're was raw before the four-four, now you're done
The one, you made up, about to get ate up
A buck fifty on each of your face, now lay up
Pay up, you get your fan sprayed up
You know my clan big guns in they hand, to plays up
Go play tough, fake thug, you wanna play rough
I ride or die, I bluff, you can page puff (echo)

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Yo where my (right here)
T-h-u-g, yo we call ourselves thugs, 'cause we take it to the
as a nigga budge, yo we blazin wit the heat
And we all true thugs, we d-i-e

From crow hill, I smoke, till I choke, that's a regular
I blow for that paper, like a predator
gats, vp, best man, etc.
I roll 'em dice, until you tell me that I'm ya
I get for mine, I get crunk
I got that black, and got skunk
My niggas bust ar's, 4/5's, and
to make ya body shift, make ya body jump
Take it to the heat, take it to the
Less they short, ain't no shit, take it to my meat, bitch
You read the letter, bar is on my sweater
Four hundred and better, 'em, hate cash cheddar
Sittin on a beretta, niggas ain't this
Wish a star, that they can be in this
runnin from the coppers, bustin at the helicopters
Gettin away, I'm on the low, the way, now

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[blue
Blue blood stain, it's a thug thing
Take slugs, I love pain, yo ain't enough pain
I speak thug slang, only real roll wit me
Niggas say money, cash and hoes got a of me
Niggas be shit, yeah, but it's all bluff
Only came in the hood, and saw us, was on the tour bus
Believe that, don't come around where we be at
Soon as we see ya face it be like "yo, son the heat at? "
Yo represent where the fuck you
'cause when you go back in the hood, them niggas go to snuff you son
Like franklin, and utica avenue
Only blocks I'm namin now, niggas'll clap at you
Not to mention the block that I'm
Where them niggas is spittin hot ones, this beat is like a shotgun
And I can handle it, more than handle it, I can it
T2 style, wit one hand and shit, I'm sick

Real recognize real, crown heights to crow
Pop ya niggas like pills, plus I got
What I keep the aim on ya back, steel
Miss ya back, hit the back of ya brain, the thrill
This is real life shit, passion
and 'ze, get drunk and send me to send me away
Ups thieves, next day
in the mill, open and blowin ya back wit
And I hate actors, actin like you me from a hole in the wall
hold this four-four, you want war? what you think I came for
Spit this blue flame outta the chip of my and burn ya face off
Plus burn ya eyelash, when the nine
This is it, bitches swallow my dick like slim fast
Bullets make it slim fast, ride my dick I get a cast
This is it, nigga the blast

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