Luyện nghe bài hát These Streets

Sunshine in the wind with the bald fade gotta keep my dream cus them laws hate out roof deuce chunking 45.
dunkin H town is just like Compton kick doors telescope hit make you boys sound softer than wet dough stack dollaz
went to crack college I like my salad with extra black acknowledge keep my lac polished
don't mistake for a fuckin rap artist im the one that shot 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 it I ain't bull shittin turn 25oz to a new chicken

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

Let the bombs fly nigga we can all die but wait a second first I gotta 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 there ain't no holding us, I don't eat a lot of sweets but I 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 talk about some of that bullshit that say.
All my ladies in the house say "OHHHHH" I forgot im in this bitch all alone.

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

Los is a crawler, House-ton got taller up in H town move lie koala 20's on the prawler starring at the mirror
17 coats to make the paint clearer. Up in my ride got nuts than my pride keep a few hoes that I fuck on the side.
paper me crib on the lake, ride through the tre, sfree wheel skater.
Breaker 1-9 in the sunshine my nextel phone sound like the love line,
all day service got jane burnin my weed is green like frog named kermit,
Bustin fuck the reprocaution, blast him before the radio lunch in, bloody murder,
not of a converser cus I say more 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 jealousy so run them thugs these streets calling me (calling me)