Luyện nghe bài hát The Streets

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

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

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

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

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

niggaz, keep your guns, hit the traps
Spend your on rims and ice, whatever them bitches like
Street niggaz, push it all or ball
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 sunup I keep it me
And I end up be unloadin' on when y'all 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 feet to hit it
When I didn't have no to go get it

MJ fuckin', G droppin' these bars with no
For and fake broads
You ain't hard from steroids, nigga, you big
I remember when them bullets was takin' your card

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

the street 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 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

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

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

What can I say about these streets that I be
Not too much 'cuz I from niggaz ain't motherfuckin' talkin'
We'd rather listen and watch, tryin' to and guard
Their clothes and Baume and Mercier[Incomprehensible]

They gave my 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 drop
Can't nobody gonna that

See, it was this before me, so why am I [Incomprehensible]
If you think time to change, nigga, show me
Obviously you know me, it's time that you learned
Niggaz that try to hold me on my grind, get burned

I'm down from P.A., man, west to the east, fool
(C'mon Bun B, dude, what peace?)
peace, fool
You want some love, ask your momma or the
Bitch, I'm down with 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
Sticky weed, you need, man, we got it all

Street niggaz, your guns, hit the traps
your 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