Luyện nghe bài hát The Streets

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's a grand shame that you niggaz from it
But walk through it, what is it? I thought you knew it
It was the streets, nigga, my used to hit it
When I have no wheels to go get it

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

I'm a ghetto politician
And what I gotta give in to motherfuckers who willin' to try to
When a nigga spittin', quit all the and bitchin'
Baby sharp, look and listen, pay attention to what you missin'

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

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

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

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

What can I say these streets that I be walkin'?
Not too much 'cuz where I from niggaz motherfuckin' talkin'
We'd rather listen and watch, to flex and guard
Their clothes and Baume and watches

They my gloss on, I paid the cost to be the boss
On these corners where ballin' floss on
Haters get tossed on, 5-0 get
And out of towners get robbed and that
Can't gonna stop that

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

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

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