Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem Streets

Killa, killa, man
Aye yo, you know I've been all the motherfucking world man
But ain't no place Harlem man
Let me break it man

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

Diamonds her, visions gone, kiss her palm
Turn her on, lift her arm, that her wrists is wrong
Gotta get it right ma, we get along
Said how trip, but yo the trick is wrong
visit warn, day job tick a tron
Night time, the mom, Bootleg Chris and Don
Chris and Don, and they sister 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, you'll be to hit the intercom
You kisses mom, she gave him wisdom charm
And they father come a long list of dons
And I get it cheaper, I cop bricks like
And if the come, I just hit amnesia
But I give you an earful, tearful
Told my mother I hustle, and she said be

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

Everybody like Cam got the now
Not three girls I got to be Destiny's Child
equities, wreckin' we smile
In the fear the tech and use the tech that we wile
The tech the deceptive, receptive affiles
Hectic, heckle a koch, on the set of my sales
Nah, I ain't be imbedded in jail
to a cellmate in a bed in a jail, dog

I broke bread with the wheel, fled from 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,
Tone flint sticks, bo, milk
Poochi, baba, butta got the hardest
We the gun cartel, nigga

Yeah, well clap up ya brains, snatch up ya chains
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 rap, it was crack that got the racks on the range
dog, don't be askin' for dames, see
Playboy, I don't own man
In any way homeboy, you a ass man, shit

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

That's how I mine, jump over the grapevine
Take my chances, one on one the K9
Stealin' a clip, for anyone squealin' they
Fuck y'all if y'all feelin' the dips

Why I feel like I'm weight?
Why I ain't got no If I'm movin' weight
My life's based upon, what I'm a do year
Cop a boat, hop a
Now the suits cute wit my chocolate ears
You ain't gotta stare, go cop a
Still the sweet in me, they can do to me
I made sure my mother and girl, is smothered in
a nigga under the world