Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Raised Me [Album Version]

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

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

This is you feel nigga, like the theme song from Hill Street Blues
This is real, this is ill news
How he gone, and left his mind struck
And now his brother not givin a
Little sister giving up the butt now, Dun don't wet
I want you to rest black, cause you can believe Noyd gon' handle that
Cause I get em, I'm gonna have em
Pull out the sweeper, and it at them
I'm no killer, you me
But I'll be if I don't ride for my co-D
And then this Old G, scold me, and me, coldly
You keep it up and you will be dead like your
But I gotta redeem, get this cream by any
I never been
Nigga, my whole click got
From the vials, to the and the bloodied up syrtie
Nigga you me, it's gangsta (and to the block)

the canvas I paint a picture
Similar to Barnes nigga
But mines is ghetto more guns
drugs, mostly thugs
All my duns, their baby moms and sons
Dark blocks, with streets lamps shot the out
benches is broke, a nigga stretched out
Jumped off the roof and fell to his it's real
Hand Ball displayed with R-I-P murials
Those who sling, the shadows by the building
spring, keep em going while the snows blowing
Grams get dipped, 50's is moked, is broke
And Spliced in large pieces for the to smoke
The sun set looks beautiful the projects
What a shame, its ain't the same where we at
If you look close you can see the bricks off
niggas miss when they lick off don't get clipped off
Street