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 like Harlem man
Let me break it man

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

blind her, visions gone, kiss her palm
Turn her on, lift her arm, notice that her is wrong
Gotta get it right ma, we gon' get
how don't trip, but yo the trick is wrong
First visit warn, day job tick a
Night time, missed the mom, Chris and Don
Chris and Don, and they sister Calm
They sell yay, you'll say yay, shit's the bomb

I'm a hit my man, tell 'em you my bigga
The rest, so yes, you'll be to hit the intercom
You know kisses mom, she gave him wisdom
And they father from a long list of dons
And I get it cheaper, I cop bricks sneakers
And if the come, I just hit amnesia
But I give you an earful, it's
my mother I hustle, and she said be careful

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

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

I bread with the wheel, fled from some seals
And the house, I was the of the hills, shit
You get a dumb hoe, and get happy
Go to the gun show, get gun
Stuck, killed, mugged,
Tone 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, is the game
A of my frame, tapped 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 own that man
In any way homeboy, you a grown ass man,

And I rap it ain't no punchlines
I be on the highway dirty, crunch
No timeouts homeboy, one time
If they find that stashbox, just one
Shit, they'll put the dogs in the
Side of the road, holdin' you up, cold as a
want that button, lunge it and push it
Soon as they lunge it and push it, I run in the

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

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