Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (remix)

Intro: Man

Spark shit up
and fly
Oh my
Ohhhh
Ahhhh
Heyyy

Verse One: Fingaz

I'm a
A in the dirt is what i'm holding
Sporting mad Polo but if its stolen
I got no morals my mind is in the
KId I'll open up your with my orange box cutter
Soak you when you expect it
Before I met Russel I only had a record
Plus nothing ever hurt me I was at home
These Evil got a mind of their own
My Pops left me for dead with just the clothes on my
I grew up selling
And learning to drive a car
I got street and I use intuition
I can an undercover with my x-ray vision
And if anybody me out there
They gonna make me kill them and away my carear
I'm my Mothers first born, Her bad seed

Verse Two: Star a.k.a. Never

Its all about the next
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
Snatchin the green
Me and my crew roll in the zone of the
The news
When the next shit go right
Its so its blazing
A squeezed hayz in
got 'em for a runner
Then the plot
On point Rod Strickland
Clocks
the hardest niggas clicks stop ticking
Hitting they
And murdering and expert
Cover ya
And conceal that dirty

Chorus: Man

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

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Verse Sonsee

Its all about the $50,000
Dice games and ice
We out of the average niggas range
Rings and Remy mixed Henny
Chicks with sucking disk in the Infinity
This had mad deco
Fucking petro the nickel Blow
All you was the gun echo
On a dead nbight I get my right
Running red no headlights
Pumping in a black Benz
out Mac 10's
Its just the of fucking cigarettes
niggas with assed out
Took 2 puffs and out
Woke him up with 21 of penicillin
him up
I guess it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid lamp kid, chill kid you
Aye yo JB hit me one

Verse Method Man

Its the that be Johnny
Not many shots can do that ass
Lyric to the muzak we
Watch out for the that be holding
fucking up your colon
Of its Tical
assault
We can walk these through all 5 boroughs of New York
Some
While individuals walk
In my square tryin' to hide
Spreading in my ears
Got me my peers
That be show and prove don't belong here
I be the in Hells Kitchen
Pop in the and hit the DJ if the records skipping
My competition keep me at arms distance
I know myself head niggas don't listen
I the what
Got no time for that wiz
I'm about to in 5 seconds
The clocks ticking consider another mission
impossible as he hostile
blowing up your nostril
We
Come on another if you dare
The why its so raw cause its real
I by the hairs on my Chin Chiggy Chin
To the day I die I the Grimy niggas
The ones who can't afford Tommy
The down and dirty Johnny Niggas

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