Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Disciple

Yeah, yeah,

You was in the eighties, pops drove a Mercedes
Did a bid, comin' home to some ass kid
Crack baby, to young thug, description might fit you,
Look around it might hit you, no joke, I wanna fight with you
Shit comes around than you think
Blood and white makes pink, so what's that make you?
Become a creature of habitat, the cat
Won't see where at, or where it's goin'

The waits for no one
I've through it from Ewings to Buicks, to body viewings
Car chases to cases, to fly vacations
From wanting it all, to being the object of your
is what they lack
It stops niggaz from stacks
trapped on the block with loose cracks
Wisdom is vital for the survival of the street's

From the day you born
out, a young disciple
You had that in your eye
Disciple of the
From the day you born
Street's
Yeah, of the projects

Moonstruck stuck, slow as in my actions
That's compliments of a fast spliff in the life
In my flight jacket, adrenaline heightened, Tyson
After him cut up Razor Ruddock
In the gutter, which was once ghetto is now ghetto scripture
back at it, blow jobs from pretty crack addicts
Older Gods wantin' no static, told some lil' they can have it
Coke and toe-taggin'

They Will, let me describe him, a live one
I think he was the true 'God's Son', not Jesus, but fearless
His ear was up on them too, he'd hear somethin'
Not to his likin', and say, "Son bitin' you"
He never got to see my debut,
But wild with them hammers, niggaz frontin' couldn't it
him off the planet, left us in 9-2
With the of what arms do, a true street's disciple

the day you were born
Starring out, a young
You had that gleam in eye
of the projects
From the day you were
Disciple
Yeah, of the projects

Plug the mics up, I'm to rock, knockin
Reminiscing of measuring of Pyrex, cook in the kitchen
Captain Hook to infants, it's like my folks is still on the benches
Surrounded by villains and henchmen, was a convention
1991, son, gold fronts on the facial, gun by the naval
Disciple could you, we laced it with embalming fluid
Rhymin' to all this time
Fightin' 'bout how and Rakim would do it

Seemed impossible to us we could ever leave
the block, where the world was forever freezin'
Hell, if I ever let them shovel me, son, in this cell again, these
Devil policemen, leathers, I need them, riskin' my freedom
Burners in coats, fuck a sermon from the neighborhood pope
He's sexing ho's, old fart, busting ones when he stroke
Multi-colored Pelle Pelle's, young stretch mark
Babies born in a cycle, disciples

From the day you born
Starring out, a disciple
You had that in your eye
Disciple of the
From the day you born
Disciple
Yeah, disciple of the