Luyện nghe bài hát Street Fame

Turn it up in my phones
to a ghetto near you, street fame
More, coming to a near you

I wasn't mad until these tricks shot me, it's time to my posse
Look how paranoid niggas got me
Cellular calls are being traced, surveillance silently
Momma chill thug livin' pay the and die violently

Closed caskets bastards I leave 'em bloody
Deloris tucker don't let your kids hear a nigga speak on money
Ain't nothin' funny, green, got a nigga seein'
Why, hit the lye to God I can fly

Lethal weapon I'm a savage, a method to my madness
niggaz laugh call 'em care cabbage
Read 'em and weep, put 'em to sleep they bound
Lyrics will leave 'em spell bound, now tired of being held down

Cross my hope to die blinded in some pussy millionaire
Living care free, sucka free, playa haters me
Hope in hard never catch me slippin'
Fuck authorities they wonder why minorities be we ain't having it

Time to tear this shit back, ghetto children back
Once I hit the mat niggaz will get this shit back
it so eloquently, my pistols represent me
Bust until my empty, back for the street fame

One love to my true thugs comin' to a ghetto near you, street
Bust, comin' to a ghetto you, street fame
All out warfare, eye for a eye bustin' on my bad boy killing
(Comin' to a near you, street fame)
Straight dissing you, fuck Lil' Kim you bitch

Temperatures rises niggaz by my lyrical disguise
No time to plot retreats, shiver and die
Multiple rounds found laced in his body and
Wrapped in plastic, the acid all traces

Criminal tactics the rap game so drastic
Military mind mashed all the they blasted
If we then they suffocate chokin' in terror
So we singularize we reflect in the mirrors

The prophecy is clear niggaz lock an' load
Strategize with no fear, waging war for
The crack game big enough, ready to rush
You bitch made motherfuckers get and touched

I go to jail screamin' free me, speakin' freely
Conversatin' my comrades kicking Swahili
Indeed nature feel my seed it gets worse
Plans are to be a G on the first to breathe

Currency in stacks, artillery in the back
Armies, we in all black
we attack, holla out my set, nigga tighten your jaw
Givin' to outlaws, street fame

Bust nigga bust, comin' to a near you, street fame it's true
(Hell yeah)
Makaveli the don can put it down like this, hey Nas
(Comin' to a ghetto you with street fame)

identification, got me rushed to the station
Stuck in this line up tryin' hard to my face
They placed the but can't recall description
I ain't did shit officer, that bitch

Promise retaliation they plan busted, no man to be
Everything once man touched it, Kamikaze
Hoping that of the spies find me
why we bye bye daily, knowin' cops trail me

But why cry floatin' we tokin' on this potent branch
Flossing in the thug stance, flipping out inside my pants
Never me, playa hate me, see me and hide
Sure as points shatter, enemies die

Spread love thugs gettin' buried in riches
Take a chance to advance them worryin' bitches
Penitentiary's a possibility, bust and
Wear a so I live to fuck another day

Hey ain't nothin' strange, I'm 25 dying to
But still I bang street fame
That's the end of that, out, Makaveli the don
Representin' the

Street fame, one to my true niggaz
Comin' to a ghetto near you, fame
Makaveli the don,
Comin' to a ghetto you, street fame
Yo check this out, I'm a tell you like this, street

If the lifestyle that you
Got you taking more shorts than getting props
Then that lifestyle need to stop, best to some outlaw shit
'Cause only in this outlaw lifestyle can you come to
To see what this life's supposed to be
Nigga you'll to see riches, fine bitches and hitting switches
Shit, to me that shit sound