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 wit the 50-50

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

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

My Mobb got in wit Masterlock, het getcha locks picked
Run up in your spot, shit
Queens niggas involved thug shit, you get lump dead
Crank, we in the bathroom

To the three-time losers, alcohol
Big spenders and the Ebenezer Scrooger's
Thugs holdin' fort wit the sixteen Rugers
The cream that I redeem will a Lex and Landcruiser

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

I get deeper skin, paragraphs from within
Dear Lord, my life is trife, forgive for me sins
My kin stay my kin, ain't no room for friends
One love to my thugs up in the Pens

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

My crime niggas livin', street
Them Queen niggas livin', life
My drug livin', street life
My street niggas livin', life

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

For every rhyme I write, reality
My clique keeps rolled too tight
and know the rule

I gets some plus info do stickers with my kickos
My .44 will burn that ass goin' raw with nymphos
So protect lifestyle, rock your vest
Or get Teflon 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 blow, got ta guard 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 handle business, gonna make mines
Forever, son, kid you heard it thru the

To my royal committees and outlaws
live the life of Frank Nitty
The big city mobster, the C to D
Has made the god unholy, skies watch me
The prophecy, chapter, there's no stoppin' me

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

I this '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 Coupe De Villey's reclinin'

To the shoot, physicals in paradox
The world is hot and my plot is to grand's and yachts
Until then I be a strife individual, dwellin' in these
Scorch from the deeez plus the rays

President dreams and million dollar schemes
Killer Queens, the land of cream fiends, A.C.D. the terrorist
Stainless Rugers for the 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', life
My ice livin', street life
jewel rockin niggas livin', street life
Them niggas livin', street life
Them coke-sellin niggas livin', life

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

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