Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (remix)

Intro: Man

Spark that up
and fly
Oh my
Ohhhh
Ahhhh
Heyyy

Verse One: Sticky

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

Verse Two: Star a.k.a. Never

Its all about the next
The cocaine, props and
For the ah
the green paper
Me and my crew roll in the of the twilight
The news
When the next don't go right
Its so its blazing
A nigga squeezed in
got 'em geezing for a
Then the plot
On point like Rod
Clocks
Makes the hardest niggas stop ticking
they stash
And murdering and expert
Cover ya
And conceal that shit

Method Man

This is for the gun
noise
this is for the slingers
ringers
this is for the
and everyday
And all my hustlers who know where we headin'

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Verse Sonsee

Its all about the $50,000
Dice games and ice
We out of the average price range
Rings and Remy with Henny
Chicks Fendi sucking disk in the Infinity
This had mad deco
Fucking the nickel metro Blow
All you was the gun echo
On a dead I get my head right
red lights no headlights
Pumping Buddah in a Benz
Pulling out Mac
Its just the smell of fucking
Broke niggas with out
Took 2 puffs and out
Woke him up with 21 of penicillin
him up
I guess it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one

Verse Four: Man

Its the Blaze be Johnny
Not many shots can do ass raunchy
to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the that be holding
Raunchy fucking up colon
Of course its
Verbal
We can walk dogs through all 5 boroughs of New York
talk
While individuals walk
In my square to hide thoughts
Spreading lies in my
Got me my peers
That be show and prove don't belong here
I be the Chef in Hells
Pop in the clip and hit the DJ if the records
My competition gotta me at arms distance
I know onion head niggas don't listen
I shoot the
Got no time for wiz bitchin'
I'm to blow in 5 seconds
The ticking consider this another mission
as he gets hostile
Uncut blowing up nostril
We
Come on another if you dare
The reason why its so raw cause its
I swear by the hairs on my Chin Chiggy
To the day I die I represent the niggas
The ones who afford Tommy Hillfigger
The down and dirty Johnny fill

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