Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (remix)

Intro: Man

Spark that up
and fly
Oh my
Heyyy
Ahhhh
Eiiii

Verse One: Sticky

I'm a
A dick in the dirt is what i'm
Sporting mad Polo but only if its
I got no morals my is in the gutter
KId I'll open up your face my orange box cutter
Soak you when you least it
Before I met Russel I only had a jail
Plus nothing ever me when I was at home
These Evil got a mind of their own
My Pops me for dead with just the clothes on my back
I up selling crack
And learning to drive a car
I got street and I use intuition
I can an undercover with my x-ray vision
And if anybody test me out
They gonna make me kill and throw away my carear
I'm my Mothers born, Her last bad seed

Two: Fredro Star a.k.a. Never

Its all the next caper
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
Snatchin the paper
Me and my crew roll in the of the twilight
The highlight
When the next shit go right
Its so tight its
A squeezed hayz in
got 'em geezing for a
Then the thickens
On point like Rod
Clocks
Makes the hardest niggas clicks stop
they stash
And murdering like and
Cover ya
And that dirty shit

Method Man

This is for the gun
noise
this is for the crack
ringers
this is for the
and everyday
And all my hood who know where we headin'

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Verse Three:

Its all the $50,000 cars
games and ice chains
We out of the average niggas range
Rings and Remy with Henny
Chicks Fendi sucking disk in the Infinity
nigga had mad deco
Fucking the nickel metro Blow
All you heard was the gun
On a nbight I get my head right
Running red no headlights
Pumping in a black Benz
out Mac 10's
Its just the smell of cigarettes
Broke niggas assed out
Took 2 and passed out
Woke him up 21 shots of penicillin
him up
I guess it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid lamp kid, kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one

Four: Method Man

Its the that be Johnny
Not many shots can do that ass
Lyric to the muzak we
Watch out for the that be holding
Raunchy fucking up colon
Of course its
assault
We can walk dogs through all 5 boroughs of New York
Some
While individuals walk
In my square tryin' to hide
Spreading in my ears
Got me my peers
That be show and prove don't belong here
I be the in Hells Kitchen
Pop in the clip and hit the DJ if the records
My competition gotta me at arms distance
I know myself onion head niggas don't
I shoot the
Got no time for wiz bitchin'
I'm about to blow in 5
The clocks ticking consider this another
as he gets hostile
Uncut blowing up your
We
Come on another if you dare
The reason why its so raw cause its
I swear by the on my Chin Chiggy Chin
To the day I die I represent the niggas
The ones who can't Tommy Hillfigger
The down and dirty fill Niggas

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