Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem Streets

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

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

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

I'm a hit my man, 'em you my bigga pawn
The rest, so yes, you'll be blessed to hit the
You know kisses mom, she gave him charm
And they father come from a long list of
And I get it cheaper, I cop like sneakers
And if the cops come, I hit amnesia
But I give you an earful, 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 based upon, what I'm a do year
Cop a boat, hop a
Now the army cute wit my chocolate Airs
You ain't gotta stare, go cop a
Still the in me, nothing they can do to me
I sure my mother and girl, is smothered in pearls
When a under the world

like Cam got the recipe now
Not them three I got to be Destiny's Child
equities, wreckin' we smile
In the fear tech the and use the tech that we wile
The tech the deceptive, receptive affiles
Hectic, heckle a koch, on the set of my sales
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 some
And the house, I was the of the hills, shit
You get a dumb hoe, and get happy
Go to the gun show, get gun
Stuck, killed, mugged,
Tone flint sticks, bo, milk
Poochi, baba, butta got the shells
We the gun cartel, nigga

Yeah, well clap 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, affects that
It rap, it was crack that got the racks on the range
Look dog, be askin' 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, time
No timeouts homeboy, just one
If they find stashbox, just one time
Shit, put the dogs in the trunk
of the road, holdin' you up, cold as a fuck
They want that button, it and push it
Soon as they it and push it, I run in the bushes

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

Why I feel I'm loosin' weight?
Why I ain't got no money? If I'm weight
My life's based upon, what I'm a do year
Cop a boat, hop a
Now the suits cute wit my chocolate ears
You ain't gotta stare, go cop a
the sweet in me, nothing they can do to me
I sure my mother and girl, is smothered in pearls
When a nigga under the