Luyện nghe bài hát Street Life

M O B B D E E P, A.C.D. somethin'
get lifted, Queens, is you wit me?
Niggas' shifty, I turn around, a kid to hit me
I back him down wit the

It had to be the thug in me, ya tunnel and come and get me
The five hundred bitches free
He kid with the God jewel and let all my come through
Live on this side of the bar, you get smacked, boo
And too

Shit on me? then, fuck you
wit your high class ass if you want to
Outta you be suckin' me off and breakin' off
Weed bitch stinks of stallion but my went soft

My Mobb got in lock wit Masterlock, het getcha picked
Run up in spot, mask-n-glove shit
Queens involved with thug shit, you get lump dead
Crank, we in the bathroom

To the losers, alcohol abusers
Big money spenders and the Scrooger's
Thugs holdin' fort wit the sixteen shot
The that I redeem will bring a Lex and Landcruiser

Dominant chapter, assassinin' the
And my comes Deep to put the wind beneath your feet
My heart's than concrete and nervous streets
Be walked offbeat but still thugs heats

I get deeper than skin, from within
Dear Lord, my life is trife, please forgive for me
My kin stay my kin, ain't no for extra friends
One to my thugs up north in the Pens

Be a prophet to raise, beat my on stage
Nemesis renegade, breakin' barricades
These days are gettin' rough, another brother
Fallen victim to the game is style's corrupt

My niggas livin', street life
Them niggas livin', street life
My niggas livin', street life
My street niggas livin', street

You niggas livin', street life
NYC livin', street
My Mobb niggas livin', street

For every rhyme I write, bites
My keeps shit rolled too tight
and know the rule

I gets some insight plus info do stickers my kickos
My .44 will burn that ass goin' raw with nymphos
So protect your lifestyle, your vest
Or get your put to the motherfuckin' test

State pen put on points, son, you
on the low, got the back, oh, no, no
When I'm on a dough blow, got ta you now
Kid, you wanna get foul, so now I put that ass back on profile

your character, you ain't got stamina
Nigga get dough, I ain't mad at'cha
The Infamous handle business, make mines
Forever, son, kid you heard it thru the

To my royal thug committees and
That live the life of Frank
The big city mobster, the C to D
Has made the god unholy, skies forever me
The prophecy, another chapter, there's no me

Propagation, my story is far from fiction
'Cause at one time, the .44 bullets the world
Bring and friction

I anaylse 'erb, so I roll with trife characters
The hardest for the to cap
And like a full carat diamond with perfect designin'
Philly's and 9 mili's and De Villey's forever reclinin'

To the shoot, physicals in this
The is hot and my plot is to receive grand's and yachts
Until I be a strife individual, dwellin' in these days
Scorch from the deeez the sun's rays

President dreams and million dollar schemes
Killer Queens, the land of cream fiends, A.C.D. the terrorist
Stainless for the intruders and my cipher's Infamous
New York and worldwide, we penetrate your inside
[Unverified] drama, son and 9 clips so fro heaven's ride

A.C.D. livin', street
My ice niggas livin', street
Them jewel niggas livin', street life
crack niggas livin', street life
Them coke-sellin niggas livin', life

Word, NYC livin', life
My man L.E.S. livin', life
The Queensbridge livin', street life
Word up son, we're livin', street

KnowI'msayin? up, A.C.D
Deep in the motherfuckin'
Yo yo,
me down, son
(No doubt, son)
em down, son
(I back, son)