Luyện nghe bài hát Live From The Streets

Ohhhhh senorita when the evening sun go
I come to you from another part, of town

get it on it's Angie Mar' reportin live from the streets
From Y.O. to and Harlem to Q.B
When it drops it's game over, see
Introducing, Jadakiss and Styles P, you at?

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
You know we still in the hood dog, in of the store
the work across the street and the gun in the stall
Soon as happen niggaz wanna run to the law
You know the of the streets, never run to the law
That's why I can't even run 'less I run with a
Or I with a three, come and talk to 'em P
You can catch me down with a bird and a glock
On the makin money where they murder a lot
Or you can catch me up top shootin for a yard
I'm talkin six digits, niggaz bet the or the car
You can catch me the spliff, sick in the pit
On the like I'm missin my shit, they think I'm crazy
Catch me your lady in my Mercedes
Bird on baby, fuck you I'm keepin it gravy
L.O.X. hold the
Like we for screws
With Angie Mar' blowin out of they shoes, what?

Comin live from the streets where some tryin to eat
From Y.O. to Philly, from to Q.B
And when it drops, game over, see
Introducin, Sigel, tell me how you livin?

Aiyyo, I've been kickin murder since with thick strings
T.I. sweatsuits, with thick chains
Four finger rings, belts with brass names
I was flames since niggaz was pitchin change
I'm a hard knock kiddo, always played the
Threw flacks in the crack game, getchu if I can
Since a buck, played the highway, dodgin the troop
in and out of Coupes, wavin for Duke boys
Always chased a penny, quarter waters
to make a dollar chased my pop's boss daughters
Tryin to my name, global, in all four corners
baller, gamin in all four quarters
Never worked, never will. All my buy my clothes
I can't go broke, never will. All my buy my O's
I'm the best that linked up with New York since Sprewell
I murder, nuttin further, in the details

I'm here, it's over, how y'all feel
When I drop, y'all gon' realize it's all
Bein left for dead, tied up, 'til I was dried up
So high up, like the sky ducked, high what?
Life was rough, but now it's to hide
Used to and be quick to put this gun to yo' side
Be like, "That chain nice - I that pal
Matter fact I'd that now."
You've got game? Call the name, just spell the right
Brett, one of the best rappers to touch a mic
It's I'd write, spit scriptures mind blowin
'Til my top close and heaven skies open
Fear no man's my slogan, I y'all believe
I'm just you, fear nuttin human that bleeds
My mind breed two movies, six ab-lums, a hundred
RandB joints, I'm beyond the norm, y'all just mad
I'm just glad, got my time to
the type to hit three hundred bars and run out of rhymes

Brett, my ByStorm family, with Angie
Come live from the streets, Harlem to Q.B
And when it drops, game over, see
Introducin, finally, the Kool G

It's B.G.S. kid so you facin? Caps racin
Decapitation buck-fifties and lacerations
Guerilla fam' out in the grass waitin
To blass your nation slash like Jason and bash your in
We ass lacin top bodies and half in the
Our style, cast you so bad you'll need plastic
When gats is in, fascination blastin and blazin
Evacuation for your whole staff there's gas in the and
Gets back abrasions cap grazin, defy gravitation
Pull my shit back bust it like masturbation
Hold fort, hold the blow torch, your soul scorched
With no remorse, the state of New York, get shit caught
niggaz hawk, let the fifth talk
So tell me who's the man to flip?
I the beef shit, with rubber handled grips
Your candle get lit, guerilla feed us banana clips
The hit, anything in our range we dismantle it

Like to say thanks to my street correspondents, for gettin on
Comin and direct with no nonsense
folks for hurtin y'all, the previous has been brought to you
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