Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem Streets

Killa, killa, man
Aye yo, you know I've been all over the world man
But ain't no place like man
Let me it down man

We tie dynamite to the type, Whine you might find yo sight
Sell the information for a dime a white, China China
I'm behind the diner, marijuana to a minor minor
Elder fella, for that shine, I'll shine ya
My designa, you a dime, I dine ya
Madonna momma, bottle, your fine, I'm finer
Time to climb her, climb vagina
Then I hime and grind her, her mom remind her

blind her, visions gone, kiss her palm
Turn her on, lift her arm, notice that her is wrong
Gotta get it ma, we gon' get along
Said how trip, but yo the trick is wrong
First visit warn, day job a tron
Night time, the mom, Bootleg Chris and Don
Brother and Don, and they sister Calm
They sell yay, say yay, this shit's the bomb

I'm a hit my man, tell 'em you my pawn
The rest, so yes, be blessed to hit the intercom
You know kisses mom, she him wisdom charm
And father come from a long list of dons
And I get it cheaper, I cop bricks sneakers
And if the cops come, I hit amnesia
But I give you an earful, it's
my mother I hustle, and she said be careful

Why I feel I'm loosin' weight?
Why I got no money? If I'm movin' weight
My life's based upon, what I'm a do this
Cop a boat, hop a
Now the army suit's cute wit my Airs
You ain't gotta stare, go cop a
the sweet in me, nothing they can do to me
I made sure my mother and girl, is in pearls
When a under the world

Everybody like Cam got the now
Not three girls I got to be Destiny's Child
Specially equities, wreckin' we
In the fear the tech and use the tech that we wile
The tech with the deceptive, receptive
Hectic, heckle a koch, on the set of my sales
Nah, I gon' be imbedded in jail
Talking to a in a bed in a jail, dog

I broke with the wheel, fled from some seals
And the house, I was the head of the hills,
You get a hoe, and get dumb happy
Go to the gun show, get gun
Stuck, killed, mugged,
Tone flint sticks, bo, Chubs
Poochi, baba, butta got the shells
We the gun cartel, nigga

Yeah, well clap up ya brains, snatch up ya chains
See dog, rap is my aim
But I'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the
A test of my frame, tapped to my brain, that remains
It wasn't rap, it was crack that got the on the range
dog, don't be askin' for dames, see
Playboy, I own that man
In any way homeboy, you a ass man, shit

And when I rap it ain't no
I be on the dirty, crunch time
No timeouts homeboy, one time
If find that stashbox, just one time
Shit, they'll put the dogs in the
Side of the road, you up, cold as a fuck
They want button, lunge it and push it
Soon as they lunge it and it, I run in the bushes

That's how I play mine, jump the grapevine
my chances, one on one with the K9
Stealin' a clip, for squealin' they lips
y'all if y'all ain't feelin' the dips

Why I feel like I'm loosin'
Why I ain't got no money? If I'm weight
My life's based upon, I'm a do this year
Cop a boat, hop a
Now the army suits cute wit my chocolate
You ain't stare, go cop a pair
Still the sweet in me, nothing can do to me
I made my mother and girl, is smothered in pearls
a nigga under the world