Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem Streets

Killa, killa, man
Aye yo, you know I've been all over the motherfucking man
But ain't no place like 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, China China
I'm behind the diner, selling to a minor minor
Elder fella, lookin' for shine, I'll shine ya
My designa, you a dime, I dine ya
Madonna momma, body bottle, your fine, I'm
to climb her, climb behind vagina
Then I hime and her, 'til her mom remind her

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

I'm a hit my man, tell 'em you my pawn
The rest, so yes, you'll be to hit the intercom
You know kisses mom, she gave him charm
And they father come from a list of dons
And I get it cheaper, I cop bricks sneakers
And if the come, I just hit amnesia
But I you an earful, it's tearful
Told my mother I hustle, and she 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, I'm a do this year
Cop a boat, hop a
Now the army suit's wit my chocolate Airs
You ain't stare, go cop a pair
Still the sweet in me, nothing can do to me
I sure my mother and girl, is smothered in pearls
When a under the world

Everybody like Cam got the now
Not three girls I got to be Destiny's Child
equities, wreckin' we smile
In the fear the tech and use the tech that we wile
The tech with the deceptive, affiles
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 the wheel, fled from some seals
And the house, I was the of the hills, shit
You get a hoe, and get dumb happy
Go to the gun show, get gun
Stuck, killed, mugged,
Tone sticks, bo, Chubs milk
Poochi, baba, got the hardest shells
We the Midwest gun cartel,

Yeah, well just clap up ya brains, up ya chains
See dog, rap is my aim
But I'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the
A test of my frame, tapped to my brain, affects that
It wasn't rap, it was crack that got the racks on the
Look dog, be askin' 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, crunch
No timeouts homeboy, one time
If they find that stashbox, just one
Shit, put the dogs in the trunk
Side of the road, holdin' you up, as a fuck
They want that button, it and push it
Soon as they it and push it, I run in the bushes

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

Why I feel like I'm loosin'
Why I ain't got no money? If I'm movin'
My life's upon, what I'm a do this year
Cop a boat, hop a
Now the army suits wit my chocolate ears
You gotta 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 nigga under the