Luyện nghe bài hát Mean Streets

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

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

The blocks is molded, up ya sword piece
Moving through them with more ki's
Rembrandts is fresh from Scotland, crisp hats, bottles
Niggaz want the problems, we
It's time to take over the game, it's
I live on the line, from corner to with 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, sling in the
Swinging cooked raw, if you the field you was not leaving
Fast pace of a chasing team
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
Career thugs who only judges and jurors
Got to make my money year, whether it's through rhyming or criming
I'll be on the line my iron
Promised llamas'll fly fast, quick at pirahnas
Trying to intervene, get caught dead, no head in
You live like a from vouchers
Nobody mad, you was a fake, dead, die no trousers
Cause you the line like Miller's Crossing
Off with ya dome, I walked you through the woods, we smoked a bone

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

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

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