Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (remix)

Intro: Man

Spark that up
and fly
Oh my
Heyyy
Ahhhh
Heyyy

Verse Sticky Fingaz

I'm a
A dick in the dirt is i'm holding
Sporting mad but only if its stolen
I got no my mind is in the gutter
KId I'll open up your face my orange box cutter
Soak you you least expect it
I met Russel I only had a jail record
Plus nothing ever hurt me I was at home
These Evil Streets got a 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 and I use intuition
I can an undercover with my x-ray vision
And if anybody test me out
They gonna make me kill them and throw away my
I'm my Mothers born, Her last bad seed

Two: Fredro Star a.k.a. Never

Its all about the next
The cocaine, props and
For the ah
the green paper
Me and my roll in the zone of the twilight
The highlight
When the next shit don't go
Its so tight its
A nigga hayz in
got 'em geezing for a
Then the plot
On like Rod Strickland
ticking
Makes the hardest niggas clicks stop
Hitting stash
And murdering and expert
ya tracks
And conceal that dirty

Chorus: Man

is for the gun slingers
noise
this is for the slingers
bell
is for the bootleggers
and everyday
And all my hood hustlers who where we headin'

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Verse Sonsee

Its all the $50,000 cars
Dice and ice chains
We out of the niggas price range
Rings and mixed with Henny
Chicks with sucking disk in the Infinity
nigga had mad deco
Fucking petro the metro Blow
All you was the gun echo
On a nbight I get my head right
Running red lights no
Pumping Buddah in a black
out Mac 10's
Its just the smell of cigarettes
Broke niggas with out
2 puffs and passed out
Woke him up 21 shots of penicillin
him up
I thought it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid lamp kid, chill kid you
Aye yo JB hit me one

Verse Four: Man

Its the Blaze be Johnny
Not many shots can do that ass
Lyric to the muzak we
Watch out for the that be holding
Raunchy up your colon
Of its Tical
Verbal
We can walk these dogs all 5 boroughs of New York
Some
While individuals walk
In my square tryin' to hide
Spreading lies in my
Got me my peers
That be show and prove they don't belong
I be the Chef in Hells
Pop in the clip and hit the DJ if the records
My competition keep me at arms distance
I know myself onion head niggas don't
I shoot the
Got no for that wiz bitchin'
I'm about to in 5 seconds
The ticking consider this another mission
impossible as he hostile
Uncut blowing up your
We
Come on take if you dare
The reason why its so raw its real
I swear by the hairs on my Chin Chiggy
To the day I die I the Grimy niggas
The ones who can't Tommy Hillfigger
The down and Johnny fill Niggas

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