Luyện nghe bài hát The Streets

Off brand niggaz, we fuckin' with y'all
Catch up with ya kind 'cuz you ain't a dog
fake like Gucci suits that niggaz be wearin'
Nigga like me hit the room and all the be starin'

I'm not fine I'm not cute, they know I got some loot
Grippin' wood, lookin' good, '24s make choose
Nine times out of ten, the bitches bad
Hit the and start actin' like a motherfuckin' fool

Clothes brand new from my T-shirt to my
Pop a tag everyday that's what niggaz do
Hustle hard, spread all the bread with my
we in the club they be poppin' bottles too

We crunk and it hype and everybody know it's on
When my work hits the street watch how quick that be gone
I rap I'm quick enough but catch 'em full of zones
When my work hits the street watch how quick that shit be gone,

Street niggaz, your guns, hit the traps
Spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them bitches
Street niggaz, push it all hard or
weed, whatever you need, man, we got it all

Street niggaz, keep guns, hit the traps
Spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them like
Street niggaz, push it all or ball
Sticky weed, you need, man, we got it all

I'm a street nigga, I keep my heat under the seat
If a bum run up he got his gun up
From sundown to sunup I it with me
And I end up be unloadin' on y'all when hit me

a grand shame that you niggaz come from it
But can't walk it, what is it? I thought you knew it
It was the streets, nigga, my used to hit it
When I didn't no wheels to go get it

MJ fuckin', G droppin' these bars no regards
For snitches and broads
You ain't hard steroids, nigga, you big fraud
I when them bullets was takin' your lunch card

I'm a real ghetto
And what I gotta in to motherfuckers who willin' to try to vision
When a spittin', quit all the whinin' and bitchin'
Baby sharp, and listen, pay attention to what you been missin'

It's the street niggaz, keep your guns, hit the
Spend bread on rims and ice, whatever them bitches like
Street niggaz, it all hard or ball
Sticky weed, you need, man, we got it all

Street niggaz, keep your guns, hit the
Spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them bitches
niggaz, push it all hard or ball
Sticky weed, you need, man, we got it all

Yeah, c'mon, street niggaz, niggaz
We sittin' on and we grippin' on wood
(The is watchin')
C'mon, yeah, we makin' plenty bread and we our hood
(The is watchin')

Yeah, c'mon, over bitches, man, it still all good
(The is watchin')
Street niggaz, street
We makin' plenty bread and we reppin' our

What can I say about streets that I be walkin'?
Not too much 'cuz where I from niggaz ain't talkin'
We'd rather and watch, tryin' to flex and guard
Their and Baume and Mercier[Incomprehensible] watches

They my gloss on, I paid the cost to be the boss
On these corners where niggaz floss on
Haters get tossed on, 5-0 get
And out of towners get robbed and that
Can't nobody gonna that

See, it was like before me, so why am I [Incomprehensible]
If you think it's time to change, nigga, me
Obviously you don't know me, time that you learned
Niggaz that try to hold me on my grind, they get

I'm down P.A., man, west side to the east, fool
(C'mon Bun B, dude, what peace?)
Fuck peace,
You want some love, ask momma or the Lord
Bitch, I'm with pimps see, UGK be goin' harder

[Incomprehensible] niggaz, keep your guns, hit the traps
Spend your bread on and ice, whatever them bitches like
Street niggaz, push it all or ball
weed, whatever you need, man, we got it all

Street niggaz, keep your guns, hit the
Spend your bread on rims and ice, them bitches like
niggaz, push it all hard or ball
Sticky weed, you need, man, we got it all