Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (remix)

Intro: Man

Spark shit up
and fly
Oh my
Ohhhh
Ahhhh
Eiiii

One: Sticky Fingaz

I'm a
A in the dirt is what i'm holding
mad Polo but only if its stolen
I got no morals my mind is in the
KId open up your face with my orange box cutter
Soak you when you least it
I met Russel I only had a jail record
Plus nothing hurt me when I was at home
These Evil Streets got a of their own
My Pops left me for dead with just the on my back
I up selling crack
And learning to drive a car
I got smarts 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 my carear
I'm my Mothers born, Her last bad seed

Verse Two: Star 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 zone of the
The highlight
When the next shit go right
Its so its blazing
A squeezed hayz in
got 'em for a runner
Then the thickens
On point like Rod
ticking
Makes the hardest niggas stop ticking
Hitting stash
And like and expert
ya tracks
And that dirty shit

Chorus: Man

This is for the gun
noise
is for the crack slingers
bell
this is for the
and everyday
And all my hood hustlers who know where we

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Verse Sonsee

Its all about the $50,000
Dice and ice chains
We out of the niggas price range
Rings and Remy mixed with
Chicks with sucking disk in the Infinity
nigga had mad deco
Fucking petro the nickel Blow
All you heard was the gun
On a dead I get my head right
Running red lights no
Buddah in a black Benz
Pulling out Mac
Its the smell of fucking cigarettes
Broke with assed out
Took 2 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 shots can do that ass raunchy
to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the that be holding
fucking up your colon
Of course its
Verbal
We can walk these dogs all 5 boroughs of New York
Some
While other walk
In my tryin' to hide thoughts
lies in my ears
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 keep me at distance
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 consider this another mission
as he gets hostile
Uncut up your nostril
We
on take 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 Grimy
The ones who can't afford Hillfigger
The down and dirty fill Niggas

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