Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (remix)

Intro: Man

Spark that up
and fly
Oh my
Ohhhh
Ahhhh
Eiiii

Verse One: Sticky

I'm a
A dick in the dirt is i'm holding
Sporting mad Polo but only if its
I got no my mind is in the gutter
KId I'll open up your face my orange box cutter
Soak you when you expect it
I met Russel I only had a jail record
Plus ever hurt me when I was at home
Evil Streets got a mind of their own
My Pops left me for dead with just the on my back
I grew up crack
And to drive a car jack
I got smarts and I use intuition
I can spot an undercover with my vision
And if test me out there
gonna make me kill them and throw away my carear
I'm my first born, Her last bad seed

Two: Fredro Star a.k.a. Never

Its all about the caper
The cocaine, props and
For the ah
Snatchin the paper
Me and my crew roll in the zone of the
The highlight
the next shit don't go right
Its so tight its
A nigga squeezed in
got 'em for a runner
the plot thickens
On point like Rod
Clocks
Makes the niggas clicks stop ticking
they stash
And like and expert
Cover ya
And conceal dirty shit

Method Man

This is for the gun
noise
is for the crack slingers
bell
this is for the
and beggers
And all my hood hustlers who know we headin'

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Verse Three:

Its all about the $50,000
games and ice chains
We out of the niggas price range
Rings and Remy with Henny
Chicks Fendi sucking disk in the Infinity
nigga had mad deco
Fucking petro the metro Blow
All you was the gun echo
On a dead nbight I get my head
Running red no headlights
Buddah in a black Benz
Pulling out Mac
Its the smell of fucking cigarettes
Broke niggas assed out
Took 2 puffs and out
Woke him up with 21 of penicillin
him up
I guess thought it was
Yo chill kid lamp kid, kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one

Verse Method Man

Its the that be Johnny
Not many shots can do that ass
Lyric to the we rolling
Watch out for the that be holding
fucking up your colon
Of its Tical
Verbal
We can these dogs through all 5 boroughs of New York
Some
While other walk
In my tryin' to hide thoughts
Spreading in my ears
Got me my peers
That be show and prove they belong here
I be the Chef in Kitchen
Pop in the clip and hit the DJ if the records
My competition keep me at arms distance
I know onion head niggas don't listen
I the what
Got no for that wiz bitchin'
I'm to blow in 5 seconds
The clocks ticking consider this mission
as he gets 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 Chiggy Chin
To the day I die I represent the niggas
The ones who can't afford Hillfigger
The down and Johnny fill Niggas

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