Luyện nghe bài hát Take It to The Streets

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Take it to the streets, snakes with in this game
You wanna be a player, I spray them off ya feet
enemy #1, one, one
From brook-lan, of guns, funds and duns
That'll make you up one in the lung, cough up ya tongue
Four pounds ya sons, now you wanted to run
Extort you for fun, softer than a fresh bun
You're team was raw before the four-four, now you're
The clownest one, you made up, to get ate up
A buck on each side 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 'head play tough, thug, you wanna play rough
I ride or die, I ain't bluff, you can page (echo)

[chorus 2x: flame (all)]
Yo where my (right here)
T-h-u-g, yo we call ourselves thugs, 'cause we take it to the
Soon as a nigga budge, yo we blazin wit the
And we all true thugs, we d-i-e

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

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[blue
Blue flame's blood stain, it's a thug
Take slugs, I love pain, yo ain't enough pain
I speak thug slang, only real niggas wit me
Niggas say money, cash and hoes got a of me
Niggas be shit, yeah, but it's all bluff
niggas came in the hood, and saw us, was on the tour bus
Believe that, niggas don't around where we be at
Soon as we see ya face it be "yo, son where 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 right now, niggas'll clap at you
Not to mention the block I'm from
Where them niggas is spittin hot ones, beat is like a pump shotgun
And I can handle it, than handle it, I can damage it
T2 style, wit one hand and shit, damn I'm

Real recognize real, heights to crow hill
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, change the
This is life shit, thug passion
Henny and 'ze, get and send me to send me away
Ups thieves, next day
in the mill, open and blowin ya back wit
And I hate actors, like you know me from a hole in the wall
Nigga hold this four-four, you want war? you think I came for
Spit this blue flame outta the chip of my lighter and burn ya off
Plus ya eyelash, when the nine flash
This is it, bitches wanna swallow my like slim fast
Bullets make it fast, ride my dick till I get a cast
This is it, nigga the blast

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