Luyện nghe bài hát The Lane (E.V.A. Remix)

The lane, half heart, half money
Ain't nobody smilin', nothin' funny
Raise the risk, the profit
And can't stop it
Unless your game's
So baby sleep

The fast lane, heart, half money
Ain't nobody smilin', ain't funny
the risk, raise the profit
And can't nobody it
your game's weak
So don't sleep

The streets crawl ill niggas on the block
Goin' hand in hand, in and out of sedans
Pumpin' dreams to crack fiends for a fee
dream is to re-up to a ki

Cops watch the influx of through a telescope
in the game, give the young G's names
Bitches on the of the hustlers on the block
from gee to gee, similar to a flea

Suck the blood out or in this the dough
Roll with the blow till a hoe
are born and pawned off to grand mama
The bitch done, she still lives for the drama

Lookin' for another to hit and never call her
All in vain in the lane
A new of hookers on the track from up north
Vice cops, watch 'em stroll back and forth

They take a
Or a blow job to lay off
The no joke
Yo, you players stay

A ghetto makes a nice laboratory
PCP and crystal meth, wars of
End of story, gotta watch my myself
Or else they'll my body layin' on a coroner shelf
the lane

The fast lane, half heart, money
Ain't nobody smilin', ain't nothin'
Raise the risk, the profit
And can't nobody it
Unless your game's
So baby don't
(It's the lane)

The fast lane, half heart, half
Ain't nobody smilin', ain't funny
Raise the risk, raise the
And can't stop it
Unless your weak
So player, don't

Gees take the game on the to Minnesota
Supermarket's all sold out on baking
Gang bangers to understand the dope game fast
Kidnap the drug for the ransom cash

represent, what you say you are, that's a star
Feds got a homin' on your car
That you easy to follow to Denver, Colorado
you had, 12, now you got a L

Crack born in the hospitals cryin'
shootings can't end, kids are dyin'
The is the ultimate goal, gots to roll
Till my cash flow's mega, not a beggar

Bitches workin' plastic the fake ID's
in the lane, stackin' up G's
Chop shops up Benzes and Beamers
Crack spots full kilos in beakers

Damn, the game's quicker than shit, slip
'Cause bet your life be another hustler
Checkin' yo
It's the

The lane, half heart, half money
Ain't nobody smilin', nothin' funny
Raise the risk, raise the
And can't nobody it
Unless game's weak
So baby sleep
(It's the lane)

The lane, half heart, half money
nobody smilin', ain't nothin' funny
Raise the risk, the profit
And nobody stop it
your game's weak
So player, sleep

Brother on need a quick lick to come up
The score went bad, now he's back
settin' niggas up jacked and waxed
Small-time workers movin' weight in a g Lac

Don't talk on cellular, your phone is tapped
check the rear view, there's no turnin' back
It's the lane, now in it, hit the gas and mash
the land of the hardcore hoes and cash

Jackers and robbers, hustlers and
Everybody'll squeal, the L or the deal
Yo, spin the wheel for the cops, you're a
Tailor suits boots make the fly hoes kneel

But if you miss, my friend, what you win
A one-way ticket to the federal pen
It's the lane you chose, you your shit, ride Rolls
clothes, baddest fuckin' hoes

Anything
There's no limit, mash
The cops be there
When you

The fast lane, half heart, money
Ain't nobody smilin', nothin' funny
the risk, raise the profit
And can't nobody it
your game's weak
So baby don't

The fast lane, half heart, half
Ain't nobody smilin', nothin' funny
the risk, raise the profit
And nobody stop it
your game's weak
So don't sleep