Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (remix)

Intro: Man

that shit up
and fly
Oh my
Ohhhh
Ahhhh
Eiiii

One: Sticky Fingaz

I'm a
A in the dirt is what i'm holding
Sporting mad but only if its stolen
I got no morals my mind is in the
KId I'll open up your face my orange box cutter
Soak you when you expect it
Before I met Russel I only had a record
Plus nothing ever hurt me when I was at
These Streets got a mind of their own
My Pops left me for dead with just the clothes on my
I grew up selling
And learning to drive a car
I got street and I use intuition
I can an undercover with my x-ray vision
And if test me out there
They gonna make me them and throw away my carear
I'm my first born, Her last bad seed

Verse Two: Fredro Star a.k.a.

Its all the next caper
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
Snatchin the green
Me and my crew roll in the zone of the
The highlight
When the next shit don't go
Its so tight its
A squeezed hayz in
got 'em for a runner
Then the plot
On point Rod Strickland
Clocks
Makes the hardest niggas clicks ticking
Hitting stash
And like and expert
Cover ya
And conceal that dirty

Method Man

This is for the gun
bringers
this is for the crack
ringers
this is for the
and everyday
And all my hood hustlers who know where we

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Verse Three:

Its all about the $50,000
Dice and ice chains
We out of the niggas price range
Rings and mixed with Henny
Chicks with Fendi sucking disk in the
This had mad deco
petro the nickel metro Blow
All you heard was the gun
On a dead nbight I get my head
red lights no headlights
Pumping Buddah in a black
out Mac 10's
Its the smell of fucking cigarettes
Broke niggas assed out
Took 2 puffs and 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

Verse Method Man

Its the Blaze that be
Not shots can do that ass raunchy
Lyric to the we rolling
Watch out for the niggas be holding
Raunchy up your colon
Of its Tical
assault
We can walk these dogs through all 5 boroughs of New
talk
While other individuals
In my tryin' to hide thoughts
lies in my ears
Got me questioning my
That be show and they don't belong here
I be the Chef in Kitchen
Pop in the clip and hit the DJ if the records
My competition keep me at arms distance
I myself onion head niggas don't listen
I the what
Got no time for wiz bitchin'
I'm about to blow in 5
The clocks consider this another mission
impossible as he gets
blowing up your nostril
We
on take another 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 Johnny Niggas

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