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, the fuck up! Talk to me...
(Word, them ninjas is everywhere
Word, watch ya back, Ya Neck and all that shit, man
Thirty nine motherfuckers got scooped up
Indicted, word, I'm bird eye it right now
Out out the motherfucking window)
You got the strong out there?
(Word, five book store out front
All them young are certified, they our rentals)

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

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

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

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

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