Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem Streets

Killa, killa, man
Aye yo, you know I've been all the motherfucking world man
But no place like Harlem man
Let me it down man

We tie to the rhino type, Whine you might find yo sight
the information for a dime a white, that China China
I'm behind the diner, selling marijuana to a minor
Elder fella, lookin' for that shine, shine ya
My designa, you a dime, I dine ya
Madonna momma, bottle, your fine, I'm finer
Time to climb her, climb vagina
Then I hime and her, 'til her mom remind her

Diamonds blind her, visions gone, her palm
Turn her on, her arm, notice that her wrists is wrong
Gotta get it ma, we gon' get along
Said how don't trip, but yo the is wrong
First visit warn, day job a tron
Night time, the mom, Bootleg Chris and Don
Brother Chris and Don, and they Calm
They sell yay, you'll say yay, this the bomb

I'm a hit my man, tell 'em you my pawn
The rest, so yes, be blessed to hit the intercom
You know kisses mom, she gave him charm
And they father come from a long of dons
And I get it cheaper, I cop like sneakers
And if the cops come, I hit amnesia
But I give you an earful, it's
Told my mother I hustle, and she said be

Why I like I'm loosin' weight?
Why I got no money? If I'm movin' weight
My life's based upon, I'm a do this year
Cop a boat, hop a
Now the army suit's cute wit my chocolate
You gotta stare, go cop a pair
the sweet in me, nothing they can do to me
I sure my mother and girl, is smothered in pearls
When a nigga the world

Everybody like Cam got the now
Not them three I got to be Destiny's Child
Specially equities, we smile
In the tech the tech and use the tech that we wile
The tech with the deceptive, receptive
Hectic, a koch, helicopters on the set of my sales
Nah, I gon' be imbedded in jail
to a cellmate in a bed in a jail, dog

I broke bread with the wheel, from some seals
And the house, I was the head of the hills,
You get a dumb hoe, and get dumb
Go to the gun show, get gun
Stuck, killed, mugged,
flint sticks, bo, Chubs milk
Poochi, baba, butta got the hardest
We the gun cartel, nigga

Yeah, well just clap up ya brains, snatch up ya
See dog, rap is my aim
But I'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the
A test of my frame, to my brain, affects that remains
It wasn't rap, it was crack that got the on the range
Look dog, be askin' for dames, see
Playboy, I don't own man
In any way homeboy, you a ass man, shit

And I rap it ain't no punchlines
I be on the highway dirty, time
No timeouts homeboy, one time
If find that stashbox, just one time
Shit, put the dogs in the trunk
of the road, holdin' you up, cold as a fuck
They want button, lunge it and push it
Soon as they lunge it and push it, I run in the

That's how I play mine, over the grapevine
my chances, one on one with the K9
Stealin' a clip, for anyone squealin' they
Fuck y'all if ain't feelin' the dips

Why I like I'm loosin' weight?
Why I got no money? If I'm movin' weight
My life's upon, what I'm a do this year
Cop a boat, hop a
Now the army suits wit my chocolate ears
You ain't stare, go cop a pair
Still the in me, nothing they can do to me
I made sure my and girl, is smothered in pearls
When a under the world