Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (remix)

Intro: Man

that shit up
and fly
Oh my
Heyyy
Ahhhh
Heyyy

Verse One: Sticky

I'm a
A dick in the is what i'm holding
Sporting mad but only if its stolen
I got no my mind is in the gutter
KId I'll up your face with my orange box cutter
Soak you when you expect it
Before I met Russel I only had a record
Plus nothing ever hurt me I was at home
Evil Streets got a mind of their own
My Pops left me for with just the clothes on my back
I grew up crack
And learning to a car jack
I got smarts 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 first born, Her bad seed

Verse Two: Star a.k.a. Never

Its all the next caper
The cocaine, props and
For the ah
Snatchin the green
Me and my crew roll in the zone of the
The news
When the next shit go right
Its so its blazing
A nigga hayz in
got 'em for a runner
Then the plot
On like Rod Strickland
ticking
Makes the hardest niggas clicks stop
Hitting they
And like and expert
ya tracks
And conceal that shit

Chorus: Man

is for the gun slingers
noise
this is for the crack
ringers
this is for the
and beggers
And all my hood hustlers who know where we

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Verse Sonsee

Its all about the $50,000
Dice and ice chains
We out of the average price range
Rings and mixed with Henny
Chicks Fendi sucking disk in the Infinity
nigga had mad deco
Fucking petro the nickel metro
All you was the gun echo
On a dead I get my head right
Running red no headlights
Pumping Buddah in a black
out Mac 10's
Its the smell of fucking cigarettes
niggas with assed out
Took 2 and passed out
him up with 21 shots of penicillin
him up
I guess it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid lamp kid, chill kid you
Aye yo JB hit me one

Four: Method Man

Its the that be Johnny
Not many can do that ass raunchy
to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the niggas that be
Raunchy up your colon
Of its Tical
Verbal
We can walk these dogs through all 5 of New York
talk
While other individuals
In my square tryin' to hide
lies in my ears
Got me my peers
That be show and prove they don't 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 the what
Got no time for wiz bitchin'
I'm to blow in 5 seconds
The ticking consider this another mission
as he gets hostile
Uncut blowing up your
We
Come on take if you dare
The why its so raw cause its real
I swear by the hairs on my Chin Chiggy
To the day I die I represent the niggas
The ones who afford Tommy Hillfigger
The down and dirty fill Niggas

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