Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Streetz Iz a Mutha

Daz and kurupt, and daz
and pennies, and pounds of hash
Double up the dough, double my
They can and bubble, get a grip ain't nothin funny
You can't survive, off no conversation wit
Betta get up off yo ass nigga, go flip some
Hand me my cash, nobody and nobody get blast
My first are my last
I got a platoon, mask, and suits
First enfulltry of riders on a global
Parachute and jump, held high on a
Wit a pump, to dump, put a end to the hunt

The streets is a
Dope game, rock game, cocaine, packages sold, a row
vogues, switches up as high as they go
Gotta let um the game, muthafucka fo' sho
In and out do's, chrome, in sixty-fo's
I ain't got fo none of you bitches, so fuck off hoe
Ever of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us
gang, full of jack artists are murderers

Automatics rang out, you dead nigga wit yo brains out
Walk back to the porch, wit some to wash the stains out
Murders my hobby, kidnapping, jacking, and
Wow daz a safari, in a p? ? ?
Pay the off as I peel out and jet
It ain't no thing when we connect, we posted up with
Nigga we bury you alive in cement, that's we meant
Now the nine goes click, yo ass wasn't shit
Get out your war tactics, get at you get the job
One gun you hung, seven bullets in lungs
Struggle with heron and I'll tell you
Through my veins and through my
That's when the drama will
Nigga gimme what you got, let off more shots
Run through what you got, destroy yo
Got a dealings ever ever was spot
When the nine pop, that's when yo homeboys drop

I seen it befo' explode
fall on the flo', the hardest nigga on the flo'
The hoes like, do the fuck ever a nigga say
like this everyday on the streets of l.a
Gotta a the size of a tank
I'm a hammerhead with a hammer the of a tank
Every heard of a gangsta, well you must heard of us
The gangsta gang muthafucka, it's on to dust

Well wonder what we doing, it ain't really nothing to us
Plus you ain't nothin' to us, you can't do to us (noooo)

I and presented the bloodbath
Feel the wrath, we get you had you get stabbed
We grab for the that'll soon to be a chance
At the eulogy, I you be dead, while in prison
critical decisions, to the brain to his neck
Goes 27 inches for the snitches

[childs
Shut the fuck up, (nigga)