Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Streetz Iz a Mutha

Daz and kurupt, and daz
Nickels and pennies, and 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 some birds
me my cash, nobody moves and nobody get blast
My words 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
vogues, switches up as high as they go
Gotta let um know the game, fo' sho
In and out do's, chrome, rollin in
I ain't got fo none of you bitches, so fuck off hoe
heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us
Gangsta gang, of jack artists are murderers

Automatics rang out, you left nigga wit yo brains 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, that's what we
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 my heart
That's when the drama will
gimme what you got, let off some more shots
Run through what you got, yo block
Got a dealings ever ever was spot
When the goes pop, that's when yo homeboys drop

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

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

I represented and 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 knew you be dead, in prison
Making critical decisions, to the brain to his
27 inches for tellin' the snitches

[childs
the fuck up, nigga (nigga)