Luyện nghe bài hát Street Kings

Fuck it, yo, who the MC on the west?
By far me and in my car is a continental tea
And my broad in continental suite
With the armadillo rollin' up like that motherfuckers

Beef with the kid, clack, motherfuckers
Let them bullets burn six pack, motherfuckers
Get jacked, motherfucker, you come to Compton
Get a mack, motherfucker, when you to Compton

I walk Times Square holdin' my Johnson
A cross style Jada a run threw Yonkers
I got D-blocks the locks and these glocks like to pop
And nigga I like your watch, so over, you can die with the jury

First nigga, take the stand to testify he gonna die with the
And I might kidnap the judge or send a
To lean on the so the DA budge
I got niggas that'll ride for a

So handover my rock like Manson
You can die where you
You got his back you can die with man
let you jog for about 30 seconds then you gunned down

You know this GL we got G's on the line
Or G's on the squad, all week on the
And if you doubt that up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street in our prime you want us then come and try us

You this GL shit we got G's on the line
Or G's on the squad all week on the
And if you doubt step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime, you us then come and try us

I'm a take it to the next, it to a motherfuckin' neck
up on a nigga holdin' triggers and techs
We droppin' square beads, you to read
This is the end of the for whole ass MC's

grass by the pound, glock holds 17 rounds
And the flow'll knock any nigga
Rap you like a burrito come threw and kill you and your
Said them I shitted on you nigga like I was a flock of seagulls

Infrared beam like a traffic jam at
Handle any man in sight with his hands a mic
Wanna light, I got the torch, California up
For any nigga puttin' flamed on a Porches and never on

Bitch, you're die on
San Quinton for and five catch a one
Bust shots at the clouds, so we can shine
Get up off ass and nigga and grind some

You know this GL shit, we got G's on the
Or G's on the squad all week on the
And if you that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our you want us then come and try us

You know this GL we got G's on the line
Or G's on the squad, all on the grind
And if you doubt step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime we're touching the streets

fuckers on the tip of the gat
You can put on but I'll kill that, I'll open you up like a mat
if you heard at I squirted and murdered a man
And these new nigga talk like we heard of them plans

times 36 millimeters in your mini van
Gettin' off on you nigga and mini-mans
Only thing runnin' is blood nigga so we grand
So we will bust your head, nigga, through your hand

Or get off in yo ass nigga like Jackie
And when it's all said and done it's a one will
this motorbike, feelin' this power man
A 185 miles per hour, man, I stay co-relatin' with the
I up, show up, show up, show up

Niggaz talk about money, they forgot the
Playas a perfect picture, they forgot the hustle
of a puzzle, guzzlin' pints, watchin' the moonlight
Turn to sunlight, street more gun fights, kites

Seen a man turn to mice than turn to man
See my nigga take the stand turn my other hand
Got me nauseous in my abdomen, got me grams again
Grams rapped in rubber bands, 22's on them rubbers

Slow rollin, 'dro blowin', I'm gettin' you see my fro growin'
Ho's knowin' I pimp them to the fullest, a gangsta
You can but I eat bullets, I shit missiles
And my eyeballs look like crystals, my shits
It's humaro Merofrista

Yo, yo, Luke and everything I sit on fat
Niggaz be oh shit, how a nigga shit on that?
You see me shit on and grit on tracks
Glock with the red paint, it on hat
Talk the real thing not the 760

The that they took the fair team to get me
You want it with my dogs, you got teeni guys
I itsy bitsy little bitty weeni guys
I seen them guys bought as big as my gats
And they ain't even got enough strength to squeeze on

You want real hard core shit I on that
Cop the XLT you put threes on that, put cheese on
When luchi squeeze on gats we even leave these on flat
G's messin' low they got g's on and have
How your momma outside screamin' "Please clap"

You this GL shit we got G's on the line
Or G's on the squad, all on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our we're touching the streets grinds

You know this GL shit we got G's on the
Or G's on the squad, all on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime you us then come and try us

You this GL shit we got G's on the line
Or G's on the squad, all on the grind
And if you doubt step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime we're the streets grinds

You know GL shit we got G's on the line
Or G's on the squad, all week on the
And if you that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street in our prime you want us then come and try us