Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Streetz Iz a Mutha

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

The streets is a
Dope game, rock game, cocaine, sold, pick a row
Riding vogues, 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 of you bitches, so fuck off hoe
Ever of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us
Gangsta gang, full of artists are murderers

Automatics out, you left dead nigga 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 when we connect, we posted up with
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 heron and I'll tell you apart
Through my veins and my heart
That's when the drama start
Nigga gimme what you got, let off more shots
Run through what you got, yo block
Got a ever ever was your spot
the nine goes pop, that's when yo homeboys drop

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

nigga wonder 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 presented the
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, while in
Making decisions, to the brain to his neck
Goes 27 for tellin' the snitches

[childs
Shut the fuck up, (nigga)