Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem Streets

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

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

Diamonds blind her, visions gone, kiss her
Turn her on, lift her arm, notice that her is wrong
Gotta get it right ma, we gon' get
Said how don't trip, but yo the trick is
First visit warn, day job a tron
Night time, missed the mom, Bootleg and Don
Brother Chris and Don, and they Calm
They yay, you'll say yay, this shit's the bomb

I'm a hit my man, tell 'em you my bigga
The rest, so yes, you'll be blessed to hit the
You know kisses mom, she him wisdom charm
And they father come from a long of dons
And I get it cheaper, I cop like sneakers
And if the come, I just hit amnesia
But I give you an earful, tearful
Told my mother I hustle, and she said be

Why I feel I'm loosin' weight?
Why I got no money? If I'm movin' weight
My life's based upon, what I'm a do this
Cop a boat, hop a
Now the army suit's cute wit my chocolate
You ain't stare, go cop a pair
the sweet in me, nothing they can do to me
I made sure my mother and girl, is smothered in
When a under the world

Everybody Cam got the recipe now
Not them girls I got to be Destiny's Child
Specially equities, we smile
In the fear tech the and use the tech that we wile
The tech with the deceptive, receptive
Hectic, heckle a koch, helicopters on the set of my
Nah, I ain't gon' be in jail
Talking to a in a bed in a jail, dog

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

Yeah, well just up ya brains, snatch up ya chains
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, that remains
It wasn't rap, it was crack that got the racks on the
Look dog, don't be for dames, see
Playboy, I own that man
In any way homeboy, you a grown ass man,

And I rap it ain't no punchlines
I be on the highway dirty, time
No homeboy, just one time
If find that stashbox, just one time
Shit, they'll put the in the trunk
Side of the road, holdin' you up, as a fuck
They want that button, it and push it
as they lunge it and push it, I run in the bushes

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

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 stare, go cop a pair
Still the sweet in me, they can do to me
I sure my mother and girl, is smothered in pearls
When a under the world