Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Streetz Iz a Mutha

Daz and kurupt, and daz
Nickels and pennies, and of hash
up the dough, double my money
They can boil and bubble, get a grip ain't nothin
You can't survive, off no conversation wit
get up off yo ass nigga, go flip some birds
Hand me my cash, moves and nobody get blast
My first words are my
I got a platoon, mask, and suits
enfulltry of riders on a global pursuit
Parachute and jump, held high on a
Wit a pump, bout to dump, put a end to the

The streets is a
Dope game, rock game, cocaine, packages sold, a row
Riding vogues, switches up as high as go
Gotta let um the game, muthafucka fo' sho
In and out do's, chrome, in sixty-fo's
I got time fo none of you bitches, so fuck off hoe
Ever of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us
Gangsta gang, full of jack artists are

Automatics out, you left dead nigga wit yo brains out
Walk to the porch, wit some salt to wash the stains out
my hobby, kidnapping, jacking, and robbery
Wow daz a safari, in a p? ? ?
Pay the off as I peel out and jet
It ain't no thing when we connect, we posted up tecks
Nigga we bury you alive in cement, what we meant
Now when the nine goes click, yo ass shit
Get out war tactics, get at you get the job done
One gun you hung, seven bullets in your
Struggle heron and I'll tell you apart
my veins and through my heart
That's the drama will start
Nigga gimme what you got, let off more shots
Run through what you got, yo block
Got a dealings ever ever was spot
the nine goes pop, that's when yo homeboys drop

I seen it befo' explode
Nigga's fall on the flo', the hardest nigga on the
The like, do what the fuck ever a nigga say
like this everyday on the streets of l.a
Gotta a the size of a tank
I'm a hammerhead with a the size of a tank
Every heard of a gangsta, well you have heard of us
The gangsta muthafucka, it's on dawn to dust

Well nigga what we doing, it ain't really nothing to us
Plus you ain't nothin' to us, you can't do to us (noooo)

I represented and the bloodbath
the wrath, we get what you had you get stabbed
We grab for the oppurtunities that'll soon to be a
At the eulogy, I knew you be dead, while in
Making decisions, to the brain to his neck
Goes 27 inches for tellin' the

[childs
Shut the fuck up, (nigga)