Luyện nghe bài hát The Streets

The streets yo where it at
The streets is they clapping at
The is where the action at
The streets is they packing at

The streets is it's cracking at
The bringing it back to that
The banging ya gat to that
The streets start back in that

My niggas where they bust at
Die where they bust at, my murderous
them pies where they lust at
Or corners they hang most
Name boast and toast

with the thing close, slide where the dames most
Empty in them out, coke fiends are strung out
Broke bum out
holdin' they gun out when back streets are taped up
Bodies laying faced up, cats running ace up

The spots get 'em paced up, the street lamps are now
Mad bitches to bone now, niggas peep your home out
And flip when they zoned out, thugs bringing the war
Bust shots let the heat roar, trips to be more

With bricks upping to fiend off, the towns where they spray
Bust rounds and lay shit, selling a great shit
And clowns get there face lift, spots gats pop off
clear the block off, slugs knock your block off
And have you licking hot

The yo where it happen at
The is where they clapping at
The is where the action at
The streets is where packing at

The is where it's cracking at
The streets it back to that
The streets banging ya gat to
The streets start hanging back in

On the corners where the dice roll and clubs where the ice
Dames get life stole and bleed from my life, oh
Niggas laying law down, some draw with a four pound
P J's are tore down, thoughts of laying ho's
(The streets)

where they lick shots and rock what the fifth got
Kids cop the six from brick box and zip locks
Towns where kill at, posting where it's real at
Keeping gats at, see a fo' you peel at

Strip where you get off, hot lead get licked off
Fronting and your clicks off, all your jewels get off
where they creep up, get locked up with a street bop
Kids running heats up, lifting both of your feet's up

they let their guns loose, they wild guns loose
Gather up under the chin, blow a niggas through the sun roof
Decide where they nines, the chrome glass shines
You try to clap mine, you outta line niggas get lined

The streets yo it happen at
The streets is where clapping at
The streets is the action at
The is where they packing at

The streets is it's cracking at
The bringing it back to that
The banging ya gat to that
The streets hanging back in that

Now chickens'll get your crew laced, for and a blue face
Niggas they screw face, for the loot and the suitcase
Spots that blood spills on and dealers a 'mil on
Murderers get their kill on, mad are still on

turning to combat, for life so they punk at
Little they harm that, put bombs where your mom's at
Niggas tied up and and smacked up with big gats
Get found with they wig cracked, leave 'em right they live at
(The streets)

Running for red beams, blood in red streets
Mad fellas with screams, running from the FED team
Little shorties are knocked up, straight giving their up
Juveniles decide to pee now they ox up

Crack blocks and weed spots the fiends in the deep
Some rollin' in drops, others ain't gotta beep bop
Bitches get their hoe on smoke dope on and so on
Spotted nigga with glow on dick they could blow on

The streets yo where it at
The streets is they clapping at
The streets is the action at
The streets is where they at

The streets is it's cracking at
The bringing it back to that
The streets ya gat to that
The streets start hanging back in

The yo where it happen at
The streets is where clapping at
The streets is where the at
The streets is where they at

The streets is where it's at
The streets bringing it back to
The streets banging ya gat to
The streets start back in that

Don G Rap, G and Carter, BGF, Igloo
No doubt we coming through, ya how we do?
Keep it moving, ya realize
Whoever don't, do it for us
ain't playing no games
Y'all know the routine, y'all know the