Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Streetz Iz a Mutha

Daz and kurupt, and daz
Nickels and pennies, and of hash
up the dough, double my money
They can boil and bubble, get a grip ain't nothin
You can't survive, off no wit words
Betta get up off yo ass nigga, go some birds
Hand me my cash, moves and nobody get blast
My first words are my
I got a platoon, mask, and armor
First enfulltry of riders on a global
Parachute and jump, high on a stump
Wit a pump, bout to dump, put a end to the

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

Automatics rang out, you left dead nigga wit yo out
Walk back to the porch, wit some to wash the stains out
my hobby, kidnapping, jacking, and robbery
Wow daz a safari, in a p? ? ?
Pay the cops off as I out and jet
It ain't no when we connect, we posted up with tecks
Nigga we bury you alive in cement, what we meant
Now when the nine 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 you apart
Through my and through my heart
That's the drama will start
Nigga gimme you got, let off some more shots
Run through what you got, yo block
Got a dealings ever ever was spot
When the nine goes pop, that's when yo drop

I seen it befo' 44's
fall on the flo', the hardest nigga on the flo'
The hoes like, do what the fuck ever a say
It's like this on the streets of l.a
Gotta a the size of a tank
I'm a with a hammer the size of a tank
Every heard of a gangsta, well you must have of us
The gangsta gang muthafucka, on dawn to dust

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

I represented and the bloodbath
Feel the wrath, we get you had you get stabbed
We for the oppurtunities 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 for tellin' the snitches

[childs
Shut the up, nigga (nigga)