Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (remix)

Intro: Man

Spark that up
and fly
Oh my
Ohhhh
Ahhhh
Heyyy

Verse One: Sticky

I'm a
A dick in the is what i'm holding
Sporting mad Polo but if its stolen
I got no morals my is in the gutter
KId I'll up your face with my orange box cutter
Soak you you least expect it
I met Russel I only had a jail record
Plus nothing ever hurt me I was at home
Evil Streets got a mind of their own
My Pops left me for dead with just the on my back
I grew up selling
And learning to a car jack
I got street smarts and I use
I can spot an undercover with my vision
And if anybody me out there
They gonna make me kill 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 news
When the shit don't go right
Its so tight its
A nigga squeezed in
got 'em geezing for a
the plot thickens
On point Rod Strickland
ticking
Makes the niggas clicks stop ticking
Hitting stash
And murdering and expert
ya tracks
And conceal that shit

Chorus: Man

This is for the gun
bringers
this is for the slingers
ringers
this is for the
and everyday
And all my hood who know where we headin'

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Verse Three:

Its all about the $50,000
games and ice chains
We out of the average niggas price
Rings and Remy mixed with
Chicks with Fendi disk in the Infinity
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 no headlights
Pumping Buddah in a Benz
out Mac 10's
Its just the of fucking cigarettes
Broke niggas assed out
Took 2 puffs and out
Woke him up with 21 of penicillin
him up
I thought it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid lamp kid, kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one

Verse Four: Man

Its the Blaze be Johnny
Not many shots can do that ass
Lyric to the muzak we
out for the niggas that be holding
Raunchy up your colon
Of course its
assault
We can walk dogs through all 5 boroughs of New York
talk
While other walk
In my square tryin' to hide
Spreading in my ears
Got me my peers
That be show and they don't 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 myself onion head niggas don't listen
I shoot the
Got no for that wiz bitchin'
I'm about to in 5 seconds
The clocks consider this another mission
impossible as he gets
Uncut blowing up nostril
We
on take another if you dare
The why its so raw cause its real
I swear by the hairs on my Chin Chin
To the day I die I the Grimy niggas
The ones who can't Tommy Hillfigger
The down and dirty Johnny fill

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