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 nothin funny
You can't survive, off no conversation wit
Betta get up off yo ass nigga, go flip birds
Hand me my cash, moves and nobody get blast
My first are my last
I got a platoon, mask, and suits
First enfulltry of on a global pursuit
Parachute and jump, held high on a
Wit a pump, bout to dump, put a end to the

The is a muthafucka
Dope game, rock game, cocaine, sold, pick a row
Riding vogues, up as high as they go
let um know the game, muthafucka fo' sho
In and out do's, chrome, in sixty-fo's
I ain't got time fo of you bitches, so fuck off hoe
heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us
Gangsta gang, full of artists are murderers

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

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

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

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

[childs
the fuck up, nigga (nigga)