Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Streetz Iz a Mutha

Daz and kurupt, and daz
Nickels and pennies, and pounds of
up the dough, double my money
They can boil and bubble, get a grip ain't funny
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 words are my last
I got a platoon, mask, and armor
First of riders on a global pursuit
Parachute and jump, high on a stump
Wit a pump, bout to dump, put a end to the

The streets is a
Dope game, rock game, cocaine, packages sold, a row
Riding vogues, up as high as they go
Gotta let um the game, muthafucka fo' sho
In and out do's, chrome, rollin in
I got time 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 out, you left dead nigga wit yo brains out
Walk to the porch, wit some salt to wash the stains 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, that's what we
Now when the nine goes click, yo ass wasn't
Get out your war tactics, get at you get the job
One gun you hung, seven in your lungs
Struggle with heron and tell you apart
Through my and through my heart
That's when the drama will
Nigga gimme what you got, let off some shots
Run through what you got, yo block
Got a dealings ever was your spot
When the nine goes pop, that's when yo homeboys

I seen it befo' explode
Nigga's fall on the flo', the hardest on the flo'
The hoes like, do what the ever a nigga say
It's like 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 dawn to

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

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

[childs
Shut the up, nigga (nigga)