Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem Streets

Killa, killa, man
Aye yo, you know I've been all over the world man
But ain't no place like man
Let me break it man

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

Diamonds blind her, gone, kiss her palm
her on, lift her arm, notice that her wrists is wrong
Gotta get it ma, we gon' get along
Said how don't trip, but yo the trick is
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, this shit's the

I'm a hit my man, tell 'em you my pawn
The rest, so yes, you'll be blessed to hit the
You know kisses mom, she him wisdom charm
And they father from a long list of dons
And I get it cheaper, I cop bricks like
And if the cops come, I hit amnesia
But I you an earful, it's tearful
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 movin'
My life's upon, what I'm a do this year
Cop a boat, hop a
Now the army suit's cute wit my Airs
You ain't gotta stare, go cop a
Still the sweet in me, they can do to me
I made sure my and girl, is smothered in pearls
When a nigga under the

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

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

Yeah, well just clap up ya brains, snatch up ya
See dog, rap is my aim
But I'm a hustler, in my heart, is the game
A test of my frame, tapped to my brain, affects that
It wasn't rap, it was that got the racks on the range
Look dog, don't be for dames, see
Playboy, I don't own man
In any way homeboy, you a grown ass man,

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

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

Why I like I'm loosin' weight?
Why I ain't got no If I'm movin' weight
My life's based upon, what I'm a do this
Cop a boat, hop a
Now the army suits cute wit my chocolate
You ain't gotta stare, go cop a
Still the sweet in me, they can do to me
I sure my mother and girl, is smothered in pearls
a nigga under the world