Luyện nghe bài hát street Shit

Nigga always talkin' drama like they want this
As soon as I see em' in the streets all they want is
strange how a piece-maker
Faker turned
King Koopa the cocky copy-machine 'cause I paper
And it's so gangsta, the way the stack up
The way I spend it, it get low and it always come up
My niggaz come back-up, me if ya dumb..act-up
Rap sucks, act up to rap, and you'll get up
That tough..nigga be changin' his tune
When his souls in a hole and they his chain in a tomb
For the re-came yo "Oh, whatever you want poppy"
But one of them clean cock see, the other one gon' me
the funs got me
Ridin' in a
Listen the cocky
it? Then come stop me
Sleepin' with the hammers, not on no candles
But still..I manage to the heat in the pajamas
Police is to jam us
F-E-Dz tryna us
Don't have us anything illegal on cameras
grab us, I shoot you the police wouldn't ask
whether I did it 'cause my jersey that I'm back in the past
Uh, 10 years in my I
Dr. Jay is my
Throw 50 at the and see how free time that'll buy
And if that don't work nigga it don't my
niggaz will show up at the judges house and that a try
The End, yes the is raw
to the last verse and all the images you saw
It's gangsta gutta, I'm not a but dawg
I did it to prove I can rap gangsta better then y'all
It's to put some words together and talk about ya guns
Talk about how you gon' while all ya enemies run
It be the same niggaz in-direct
That don't never ever won't when standin' in-diflesh
Look, don't act nigga the King will come
and bring it on, before ya the Kingdom Come