Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Raised Me [Album Version]

It's bug how I dose sometimes; know they staring
Brain feels like a wheel lost without the ball
Stuck, who I can trust
But like llello in a my feelings just get crushed
But thats why I stick with my duns, like I with the guns
get mad, Rip your hun, concentrate on my funds
Lift heavy concealed by my waist
Never get patted down when I step in the
Jiggied up, scope the spot, confirm beef, if not
Bally up, after this get followed straight to the
Gem Star, double apply pressure
Shave em down, blow marks intruding your mecca
Wanna be a thug, now you got the thug
Stick em up, leave Medicaid the bill to foot
God-Body, With a rubber grip shotty
one in that ass make a nigga switch hobbies
A dosage, delivered, without postage
Bring it to your door step on short notice
get sniped like, clog your bronchite
Show em how to rock right, when bitches are mics, street life

Why'd you have to raise me this
You me how to survive the concrete
For how long only time say
you a part of me (Street Life)

This is something you feel nigga, like the song from Hill Street Blues
This is real, this is ill street
How he gone, and left his mind struck
And now his brother not a fuck
Little giving up the butt now, Dun don't wet that
I want you to rest black, cause you can believe that Noyd handle that
Cause when I get em, I'm have em
Pull out the sweeper, and it at them
I'm no killer, you me
But I'll be damned if I ride for my co-D
And this Old G, scold me, and told me, coldly
You keep it up and you will be like your homey
But I gotta redeem, get this by any means
I never clean
Nigga, my click got dirty
From the vials, to the trials and the bloodied up
Nigga you heard me, it's (and to the block)

Vision the I paint a picture
Similar to Ernies nigga
But mines is more more guns
More drugs, thugs
All my duns, their moms daughter and sons
Dark blocks, with lamps shot the fuck out
Park benches is broke, a nigga out
Jumped off the roof and fell to his death it's
Hand Ball walls displayed with murials
Those who sling, the shadows by the building
Devils spring, keep em while the snows blowing
Grams get dipped, 50's is moked, cookies is
And Spliced in large for the fiends to smoke
The sun set beautiful over the projects
What a shame, its ain't the where we stand at
If you look you can see the bricks chipped off
Sometimes niggas miss when they lick off get clipped off
Street