Luyện nghe bài hát Street Fame

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

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

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

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

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

Time to tear shit back, ghetto children kick back
I hit the mat niggaz will never get this shit back
Spit it so eloquently, my pistols me
Bust until my rounds empty, back for the fame

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

rises niggaz blinded by my lyrical disguise
No to plot retreats, niggaz shiver and die
Multiple rounds found in his body and face
Wrapped in plastic, the erased all traces

tactics the rap game became so drastic
Military mashed all the walls they blasted
If we then they suffocate chokin' in terror
So we strive singularize we in the mirrors

The prophecy is clear niggaz lock an' disappear
with no fear, waging war for years
The crack wasn't big enough, ready to rush
You bitch made motherfuckers get murdered and

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

Currency in stacks, artillery in the back
Armies, we camouflaged in all
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)
Only Makaveli the don can put it down this, hey Nas
(Comin' to a ghetto near you with fame)

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

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

But why cry floatin' while we tokin' on potent branch
Flossing in the thug stance, flipping pockets out my pants
underestimate me, playa hate me, see me and hide
Sure as hollow points shatter, die

Spread love dead thugs gettin' buried in
Take a chance to advance fuck them worryin'
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 wanting street
the end of that, thugged out, Makaveli the don
Representin' the

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

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