Luyện nghe bài hát These Streets

Sunshine in the wind with the bald fade gotta keep my dream down cus them laws out roof deuce chunking 45.
dunkin H town is just like Compton kick doors telescope hit folds make you boys sound softer than wet dough stack
went to crack I like my salad with extra black olives acknowledge keep my lac polished
don't mistake for a rap artist im the one that shot slugs in yo hot tub leave yo bitch ass screwed and chopped up
none left known for car theft but in the kitchen im the one top chef I cool whip it I bull shittin turn 25oz to a new chicken

Smoke bud cus its my therapy, take a 44 turn the bitch to a memory, can show no love,
cus these hoes bring jealousy so run them thugs streets keep calling me (calling me)

Let the bombs fly nigga we can all die but wait a second I gotta tell my mom bye,
maybe we can talk it out up in gods sky got more nuts than pecan pie.
Im the wrong guy homie I don't fuck around been a gangsta since way before hustle town,
SP low G ain't no holding us ain't no holding us, I don't eat a lot of sweets but I smoke a bunch,
you can go to lunch and nigga you could go to hell, I fucked the radio this shit is still to sell,
like I my bitch if im ever killed, you neva gonna find another muthafucka more real,
but say los maybe we can get some airplay and about some of that bullshit that they say.
All my ladies in the house say "OHHHHH" damn I im in this bitch all alone.

Smoke bud cus its my therapy, take a 44 slug turn the bitch to a memory, can no love,
cus these hoes bring/greed jealousy so run them thugs these streets keep me (calling me)

Los is a crawler, House-ton got taller up in H town move slow lie 20's on the prawler starring at the mirror
17 coats to make the paint clearer. Up in my ride got more nuts than my keep a few hoes that I fuck on the side.
paper chase me crib on the lake, ride through the tre, sfree skater.
Breaker 1-9 shitting in the sunshine my nextel phone sound the love line,
all day service got jane burnin my is lime green like frog named kermit,
Bustin fuck the reprocaution, blast him right before the radio lunch in, murder,
not much of a converser cus I say bad words than a computer cursor.

Smoke bud cus its my therapy, a 44 slug turn the bitch to a memory, can show no love,
cus these hoes bring so run them thugs these streets keep calling me (calling me)