Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (remix)

Intro: Man

Spark that up
and fly
Oh my
Ohhhh
Ahhhh
Eiiii

Verse One: Sticky

I'm a
A dick in the dirt is what i'm
mad Polo but only if its stolen
I got no morals my mind is in the
KId I'll open up your face with my box cutter
Soak you when you expect it
Before I met I only had a jail record
Plus nothing ever hurt me I was at home
These Evil Streets got a of their own
My left me for dead with just the clothes on my back
I up selling crack
And learning to drive a car
I got smarts and I use intuition
I can spot an undercover with my x-ray
And if anybody me out there
They make me kill them and throw away my carear
I'm my Mothers born, Her last bad seed

Verse Two: Fredro a.k.a. Never

Its all about the next
The cocaine, props and
For the ah
Snatchin the paper
Me and my roll in the zone of the twilight
The highlight
When the next shit go right
Its so tight its
A nigga hayz in
got 'em geezing for a
Then the thickens
On point like Rod
ticking
Makes the hardest clicks stop ticking
they stash
And murdering like and
Cover ya
And that dirty shit

Chorus: Man

is for the gun slingers
noise
this is for the crack
bell
is for the bootleggers
and beggers
And all my hood hustlers who know where we

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Verse Sonsee

Its all about the $50,000
Dice games and ice
We out of the average niggas range
Rings and Remy mixed Henny
Chicks with Fendi sucking in the Infinity
nigga had mad deco
Fucking petro the nickel Blow
All you was the gun echo
On a dead I get my head right
Running red lights no
Pumping Buddah in a black
out Mac 10's
Its the smell of fucking cigarettes
niggas with assed out
Took 2 and passed out
him up with 21 shots of penicillin
him up
I guess thought it was
Yo chill kid kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one

Verse Method Man

Its the Blaze that be
Not many shots can do ass raunchy
Lyric to the we rolling
Watch out for the niggas that be
Raunchy fucking up colon
Of its Tical
Verbal
We can walk these dogs through all 5 of New York
talk
While other walk
In my square tryin' to hide
Spreading lies in my
Got me questioning my
That be show and prove they don't here
I be the in Hells Kitchen
Pop in the clip and hit the DJ if the records
My competition gotta me at arms distance
I know onion head niggas don't listen
I the what
Got no for that wiz bitchin'
I'm to blow in 5 seconds
The clocks ticking consider this mission
as he gets hostile
Uncut up your nostril
We
Come on take if you dare
The reason why its so raw cause its
I swear by the hairs on my Chin Chiggy
To the day I die I represent the Grimy
The ones who can't afford Tommy
The and dirty Johnny fill Niggas

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