Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (Remix)

[Intro: Method

Spark that up
and fly
Oh my
Heyyy
Ahhhh
Heyyy

[Verse One: Sticky

I'm a
A dick in the dirt is i'm holding
mad Polo but only if its stolen
I got no my mind is in the gutter
KId I'll open up your face with my orange box
Soak you you least expect it
I met Russel I only had a jail record
Plus nothing ever me when I was at home
These Evil Streets got a mind of own
My Pops left me for dead with the clothes on my back
I grew up selling
And to drive a car jack
I got street and I use intuition
I can spot an undercover with my vision
And if test me out there
They gonna make me kill them and throw my carear
I'm my first born, Her last bad seed

[Verse 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 don't go right
Its so its blazing
A nigga squeezed in
got 'em for a runner
Then the thickens
On point like Rod
Clocks
the hardest niggas clicks stop ticking
Hitting they
And murdering and expert
ya tracks
And that dirty shit

[Chorus: Method

is for the gun Triggers
The bringers
This is for the gun
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 and ice chains
We out of the average niggas range
Rings and mixed with Henny
Chicks with Fendi sucking disk in the
nigga had mad deco
Fucking the nickel metro Blow
All you was the gun echo
On a dead nbight I get my right
Running red lights no
Pumping Buddah in a black
Pulling out Mac
Its just the smell of cigarettes
Broke niggas assed out
Took 2 puffs and out
Woke him up with 21 shots of
him up
I guess it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one

[Verse Four: Man]

Its the Blaze be Johnny
Not many can do that ass raunchy
Lyric to the we rolling
Watch out for the niggas that be
Raunchy up your colon
Of its Tical
assault
We can these dogs through all 5 boroughs of New York
talk
While individuals walk
In my square tryin' to thoughts
lies in my ears
Got me my peers
That be show and prove they belong here
I be the in Hells Kitchen
Pop in the and hit the DJ if the records skipping
My competition gotta keep me at arms
I know myself head niggas don't listen
I shoot the
Got no time for wiz bitchin'
I'm about to in 5 seconds
The clocks ticking this another mission
impossible as he hostile
Uncut blowing up your
We
Come on another if you dare
The reason why its so raw cause its
I swear by the hairs on my Chiggy Chin
To the day I die I the Grimy niggas
The ones who can't afford Tommy
The down and dirty Johnny fill

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