Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (remix)

Intro: Man

that shit up
and fly
Oh my
Heyyy
Ahhhh
Eiiii

Verse One: Fingaz

I'm a
A dick in the dirt is i'm holding
Sporting mad but only if its stolen
I got no my mind is in the gutter
KId open up your face with my orange box cutter
you when you least expect it
Before I met Russel I only had a record
nothing ever hurt me when I was at home
These Evil Streets got a of their own
My Pops left me for dead with just the clothes on my
I grew up crack
And learning to a car jack
I got smarts and I use intuition
I can spot an undercover with my vision
And if test me out there
They make me kill them and throw away my carear
I'm my Mothers born, Her last bad seed

Verse Two: Star a.k.a. Never

Its all the next caper
The cocaine, props and
For the ah
Snatchin the paper
Me and my roll in the zone of the twilight
The news
the next shit don't go right
Its so its blazing
A nigga squeezed in
got 'em geezing for a
Then the thickens
On like Rod Strickland
ticking
Makes the hardest niggas clicks stop
Hitting they
And murdering and expert
Cover ya
And conceal dirty shit

Chorus: Man

is for the gun slingers
noise
is for the crack slingers
bell
is for the bootleggers
and everyday
And all my hustlers 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
and Remy mixed with Henny
Chicks Fendi sucking disk in the Infinity
nigga had mad deco
Fucking petro the nickel Blow
All you was the gun echo
On a dead nbight I get my head
Running red 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 thought it was
Yo chill kid lamp kid, kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one

Verse Four: Man

Its the Blaze be Johnny
Not shots can do that ass raunchy
Lyric to the muzak we
Watch out for the that be holding
fucking up your colon
Of its Tical
assault
We can walk these dogs through all 5 boroughs of New
talk
While individuals walk
In my square tryin' to hide
Spreading in my ears
Got me my peers
That be show and prove they don't belong
I be the Chef in Hells
Pop in the clip and hit the DJ if the records
My competition gotta keep me at arms
I know myself onion head niggas listen
I the what
Got no time for wiz bitchin'
I'm about to in 5 seconds
The clocks ticking 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 Chin
To the day I die I the Grimy niggas
The ones who can't afford Hillfigger
The down and Johnny fill Niggas

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