Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem Streets

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

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

blind her, visions gone, kiss her palm
Turn her on, her arm, notice that her wrists is wrong
get it right ma, we gon' get along
Said how don't trip, but yo the is wrong
visit warn, day job tick a tron
Night time, missed the mom, Bootleg and Don
Brother and Don, and they sister Calm
sell 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 mom, she gave him wisdom charm
And father come from a long list of dons
And I get it cheaper, I cop bricks sneakers
And if the cops come, I just hit
But I you an earful, it's 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 based upon, I'm a do this year
Cop a boat, hop a
Now the suit's cute wit my chocolate Airs
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 under the

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

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

Yeah, just 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, tapped to my brain, that remains
It wasn't rap, it was crack that got the racks on the
dog, don't be askin' for dames, see
Playboy, I own that man
In any way homeboy, you a ass man, shit

And when I rap it no punchlines
I be on the highway dirty, time
No homeboy, just one time
If find that stashbox, just one time
Shit, they'll put the dogs in the
Side of the road, holdin' you up, as a fuck
They that button, lunge it and push it
Soon as they it and push it, I run in the bushes

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

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