Luyện nghe bài hát Mean Streets

[Intro: (man)]
(Aiyo, Chef?) up, my nigga?
(Yeah, man, I gotta give you the 411, is straight 911, word)
It's $2.50, nigga, back the fuck up! to me...
(Word, blue ninjas is everywhere
Word, watch ya back, Ya Neck and all that shit, man
Thirty nine motherfuckers already got up
Indicted, word, I'm eye viewing it right now
Out out the motherfucking window)
You got the strong scoopers out
(Word, five book store out front
All them boys 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 the feds and out of state troopers
Look up ahead, you know we got shooters

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

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[Inspectah
streets...
Just when I thought I was out, they pulled me in
The stay flooded with crack rocks and Mac shots
The scenery's money, guerrillas in the back
The livest'll pop, the weakest get chopped where stand
Singing the name, dropped in the stand
money kills, blood on my bills, mud on my Nikes
Only with the couple that 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 World, I told you with Allah Just'
The bigger the funds, the bigger the that's blazing
sick 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
It's Rigatone, nigga, sliding through
Riding on niggaz MJ, same day I rocked you, comprende?
Yeah, I'm kinda off cuz my guns was
That last joint that hit you, kid, you made the top
Early, with me and strap with a vengeance
More or less Ghostface Killah'll stretch you out like mad words in a
the gas burning (yeah) feel the fire (word)
Real talk, it's not that bullshit from The
It's them disco kids that iron
Champion hoods, if ya coke don't freeze, my face is not worth
We crack with pool sticks
Bungee off a mountain of bricks
Fuck you up if you those nicks
Starks from the octagon, my ox is on
Snap Matt Hughes' neck with my on

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