Luyện nghe bài hát Mean Streets

[Intro: (man)]
(Aiyo, Chef?) What up, my
(Yeah, man, I gotta you the 411, shit is straight 911, word)
It's $2.50, nigga, back the fuck up! to me...
(Word, them ninjas is everywhere
Word, ya back, Protect Ya Neck and all that shit, man
Thirty nine motherfuckers already got up
Indicted, word, I'm bird eye it right now
Out out the motherfucking window)
You got the scoopers out there?
(Word, five store buses out front
All them young boys are certified, our rentals)

[Chorus 2X: Suga Bang]
For these mean streets Cali to New York
Who ya trust? Niggaz they do talk
Running from the and out of state troopers
up ahead, you know we got sharp shooters

The is molded, step up ya sword piece
through them housing with more ki's
Rembrandts is from Scotland, crisp hats, Cristal bottles
Niggaz the problems, we back
It's time to take the game, it's nothing
I live on the line, from corner to castles pawns and capsules
Scramble and find, my up, I'm praying for war
I do this all the time, all the time, all the
Faces of Doom, in the lobby
Swinging cooked raw, if you played the you was not leaving
Fast of a CREAM chasing team
Trying to come through the and lie, get left for dead naked in Queens
Let them other niggaz wear that, we the credit
While we was for more Nikes and off-whites
Heroin stirrers, the crib, mirrors
Career thugs who serve judges and jurors
Got to make my money this year, it's through rhyming or criming
I'll be on the line with my
them llamas'll fly fast, quick at pirahnas
Trying to intervene, get caught dead, no in pijamas
You live like a from vouchers
Nobody mad, you was a fake, dead, die no trousers
Cause you crossed the line like Crossing
Off with ya dome, I you through the woods, we both smoked a bone

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[Inspectah
streets...
Just when I thought I was out, they me back in
The streets stay with crack rocks and Mac shots
The scenery's money, in the back drop
The livest'll pop, the weakest get chopped where stand
Singing the judge's name, in the stand
money kills, blood on my bills, mud on my Nikes
Only buying with the couple I trust with my life
four sev' ducking the feds, infrared wtih lead
Gamble with off track betting
In my hood anybody can get it, and want it
executives, the corners, the office
And the thought is to be boss of all
The is ya life, swimming with sharks and orcas
So keep ya guards up, or get up
It's a Cold World, I told you with Allah
The bigger the funds, the bigger the guns that's
sick in the slums and niggaz are stunting for nathin'

[Ghostface
Aiyo, my gun been in more niggaz mouths than a had dick
With nuts on the side of her jaw
Rigatone, nigga, sliding through airports
Riding on niggaz MJ, same day I rocked you, comprende?
Yeah, I'm kinda off cuz my guns was
That last that hit you, kid, you made the top thirty
Early, walk with me and with a vengeance
More or less Ghostface Killah'll stretch you out like mad in a sentence
the gas burning (yeah) feel the fire (word)
Real talk, it's not that bullshit The Wire
It's them disco kids that clap
hoods, if ya coke don't freeze, my face is not worth frying
We crack eightballs with sticks
Bungee off a mountain of bricks
Fuck you up if you slinging nicks
Starks from the octagon, my ox is on
Snap Matt Hughes' neck with my on

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