Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem Streets

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

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

Diamonds blind her, visions gone, her palm
Turn her on, lift her arm, that her wrists is wrong
Gotta get it ma, we gon' get along
how don't trip, but yo the trick is wrong
First visit warn, day job a tron
Night time, the mom, Bootleg Chris and Don
Brother Chris and Don, and they sister
They yay, you'll say yay, this shit's 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 father come from a long list 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, tearful
Told my I hustle, and she said be careful

Why I feel like I'm loosin'
Why I ain't got no 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 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 and girl, is smothered in pearls
When a under the world

Everybody Cam got the recipe now
Not them three girls I got to be Destiny's
Specially equities, we smile
In the fear tech the tech and use the tech that we
The with the deceptive, receptive affiles
Hectic, heckle a koch, on the set of my sales
Nah, I ain't gon' be in jail
Talking to a in a bed in a jail, dog

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

Yeah, just clap up ya brains, snatch up ya chains
See dog, rap is my aim
But I'm a hustler, in my heart, is the game
A of my frame, tapped to my brain, affects that remains
It wasn't rap, it was crack that got the racks on the
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, just one
If they find stashbox, just one time
Shit, they'll put the dogs in the
of the road, holdin' you up, cold as a fuck
They want that button, lunge it and it
as they lunge it and push it, I run in the bushes

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

Why I feel I'm loosin' weight?
Why I ain't got no money? If I'm weight
My life's based upon, what I'm a do this
Cop a boat, hop a
Now the army suits cute wit my chocolate
You gotta 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