Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (Remix)

[Intro: Method

Spark that up
and fly
Oh my
Ohhhh
Ahhhh
Eiiii

One: Sticky Fingaz]

I'm a
A dick in the dirt is i'm holding
Sporting mad Polo but if its stolen
I got no morals my is in the gutter
KId open up your face with my orange box cutter
Soak you when you expect it
Before I met Russel I only had a record
Plus ever hurt me when I was at home
These Evil Streets got a of their own
My Pops me for dead with just the clothes on my back
I up selling crack
And to drive a car jack
I got smarts and I use intuition
I can spot an undercover with my vision
And if test me out there
They gonna make me kill and throw away my carear
I'm my Mothers first born, Her bad seed

Two: Fredro Star a.k.a. Never]

Its all the next caper
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
Snatchin the paper
Me and my crew in the zone of the twilight
The highlight
When the next shit don't go
Its so tight its
A nigga squeezed in
got 'em geezing for a
the plot thickens
On like Rod Strickland
ticking
Makes the niggas clicks stop ticking
Hitting stash
And murdering and expert
ya tracks
And conceal dirty shit

[Chorus: Man]

This is for the gun
The noise
is for the gun slingers
Bell
The
And every day
And all my hood hustlers who know we headin'

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[Verse Three:

Its all the $50,000 cars
Dice games and ice
We out of the niggas price range
Rings and Remy mixed Henny
with Fendi sucking disk in the Infinity
This nigga had mad
Fucking the nickel metro Blow
All you heard was the gun
On a dead I get my head right
Running red lights no
Pumping Buddah in a Benz
out Mac 10's
Its just the of fucking cigarettes
Broke with assed out
2 puffs and passed out
Woke him up with 21 of penicillin
him up
I guess thought it was
Yo kid lamp kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one

[Verse Method Man]

Its the Blaze be Johnny
Not many can do that ass raunchy
Lyric to the muzak we
out for the niggas that be holding
Raunchy fucking up your
Of course its
assault
We can walk these dogs through all 5 of New York
Some
other individuals walk
In my tryin' to hide thoughts
Spreading lies in my
Got me questioning my
That be show and prove they don't here
I be the Chef in Kitchen
Pop in the clip and hit the DJ if the skipping
My competition keep me at arms distance
I know myself onion head don't listen
I the what
Got no time for that wiz
I'm to blow in 5 seconds
The clocks ticking consider this mission
as he gets hostile
Uncut up your nostril
We
on take another if you dare
The why its so raw cause its real
I by the hairs on my Chin Chiggy Chin
To the day I die I represent the niggas
The ones who can't Tommy Hillfigger
The down and Johnny fill Niggas

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