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 wit words
Betta get up off yo ass nigga, go flip birds
Hand me my cash, nobody and nobody get blast
My words are my last
I got a platoon, mask, and armor
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, game, cocaine, packages 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 time fo none of you bitches, so off hoe
Ever heard of a gangsta, well you must have 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 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 no thing when 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 wasn't
Get out your war tactics, get at you get the job
One gun you hung, seven bullets in lungs
Struggle heron and I'll tell you apart
my veins and through my heart
That's when the will start
Nigga gimme what you got, let off more shots
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' 44's
Nigga's on the flo', the hardest nigga on the flo'
The like, do what the fuck ever a nigga say
It's like this on the streets of l.a
Gotta a lumberjack the 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 wonder 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 presented the
Feel the wrath, we get you had you get stabbed
We grab for the oppurtunities soon to be a chance
At the eulogy, I knew you be dead, in prison
critical decisions, to the brain to his neck
Goes 27 for tellin' the snitches

[childs
Shut the up, nigga (nigga)