Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (remix)

Intro: Man

Spark shit up
and fly
Oh my
Heyyy
Ahhhh
Heyyy

Verse One: Fingaz

I'm a
A dick in the dirt is what i'm
Sporting mad but only if its stolen
I got no morals my mind is in the
KId I'll open up your face my orange box cutter
you when you least expect it
Before I met Russel I had a jail record
Plus nothing hurt me when I was at home
Evil Streets got a mind of their own
My Pops left me for with just the clothes on my back
I grew up selling
And to drive a car jack
I got street smarts and I use
I can spot an undercover with my vision
And if anybody me out there
They gonna make me kill and throw away my carear
I'm my first born, Her last bad seed

Verse Two: Fredro a.k.a. Never

Its all about the caper
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
Snatchin the green
Me and my crew roll in the of the twilight
The highlight
When the next don't go right
Its so tight its
A nigga squeezed in
got 'em for a runner
Then the thickens
On like Rod Strickland
ticking
Makes the hardest niggas clicks ticking
Hitting they
And murdering and expert
ya tracks
And conceal dirty shit

Method Man

This is for the gun
bringers
this is for the crack
ringers
this is for the
and beggers
And all my hood hustlers who know where we

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Verse Three:

Its all about the $50,000
Dice games and ice
We out of the average niggas range
Rings and mixed with Henny
with Fendi sucking disk in the Infinity
This nigga had mad
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 Benz
out Mac 10's
Its just the of fucking cigarettes
Broke niggas assed out
Took 2 puffs and out
him up with 21 shots of penicillin
him up
I guess it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid lamp kid, kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one

Verse Method Man

Its the Blaze be Johnny
Not shots can do that ass raunchy
Lyric to the we rolling
Watch out for the niggas be holding
Raunchy up your colon
Of its Tical
Verbal
We can walk these dogs all 5 boroughs of New York
talk
While individuals walk
In my square tryin' to thoughts
Spreading in my ears
Got me questioning my
That be show and prove they don't here
I be the in Hells Kitchen
Pop in the and hit the DJ if the records skipping
My competition gotta keep me at arms
I myself onion head niggas don't listen
I shoot the
Got no time for wiz bitchin'
I'm about to blow in 5
The clocks ticking this another mission
impossible as he hostile
Uncut blowing up your
We
Come on take another if you
The why its so raw cause its real
I swear by the on my Chin Chiggy Chin
To the day I die I the Grimy niggas
The ones who can't afford Hillfigger
The down and dirty Johnny Niggas

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