Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem Streets

Killa, killa, man
Aye yo, you know I've been all over the motherfucking man
But no place like Harlem man
Let me it down man

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

Diamonds blind her, visions gone, her palm
Turn her on, lift her arm, notice her wrists 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
time, missed the mom, Bootleg Chris and Don
Brother Chris and Don, and they Calm
They sell yay, say yay, this shit's the bomb

I'm a hit my man, 'em you my bigga pawn
The rest, so yes, you'll be blessed to hit the
You know mom, she gave him wisdom charm
And they come from a long list of dons
And I get it cheaper, I cop bricks like
And if the cops come, I just hit
But I you an earful, it's tearful
Told my mother I hustle, and she said be

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

Everybody Cam got the recipe now
Not them three girls I got to be Child
equities, wreckin' we smile
In the tech the tech and use the tech that we wile
The with the deceptive, receptive affiles
Hectic, heckle a koch, helicopters on the set of my
Nah, I gon' be imbedded in jail
Talking to a in a bed in a jail, dog

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

Yeah, just 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, affects that
It wasn't rap, it was crack got the racks on the range
Look dog, don't be for dames, see
Playboy, I own that man
In any way homeboy, you a grown ass man,

And when I rap it ain't no
I be on the highway dirty, time
No timeouts homeboy, just one
If they that stashbox, just one time
Shit, they'll put the in the trunk
Side of the road, holdin' you up, cold as a
They that 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
Take my chances, one on one the K9
Stealin' a clip, for anyone they lips
Fuck y'all if y'all feelin' the dips

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