Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (remix)

Intro: Man

Spark that 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 but only if its stolen
I got no morals my is in the gutter
KId I'll open up your face with my orange box
Soak you when you expect it
Before I met Russel I had a jail record
Plus nothing ever hurt me when I was at
These Streets got a mind of their own
My Pops left me for with just the clothes on my back
I up selling crack
And learning to drive a car
I got smarts and I use intuition
I can spot an with my x-ray vision
And if anybody test me out
They make me kill them and throw away my carear
I'm my Mothers first born, Her last bad

Verse Two: Fredro a.k.a. Never

Its all the next caper
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
the green paper
Me and my crew in the zone of the twilight
The news
the next shit don't go right
Its so its blazing
A squeezed hayz in
got 'em for a runner
Then the plot
On point like Rod
ticking
Makes the hardest niggas clicks stop
Hitting stash
And murdering like and
ya tracks
And conceal dirty shit

Method 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 where we headin'

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Verse Sonsee

Its all the $50,000 cars
Dice games and ice
We out of the average niggas price
and Remy mixed with Henny
Chicks with sucking disk in the Infinity
nigga had mad deco
Fucking petro the nickel metro
All you heard was the gun
On a dead nbight I get my head
red lights no headlights
Pumping Buddah in a black
out Mac 10's
Its just the of fucking cigarettes
Broke niggas assed out
Took 2 and passed out
him up with 21 shots of penicillin
him up
I guess thought it was
Yo kid lamp kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one

Verse Four: Man

Its the Blaze be Johnny
Not many shots can do that ass
Lyric to the muzak we
out for the niggas that be holding
Raunchy up your colon
Of its Tical
assault
We can walk these dogs all 5 boroughs of New York
talk
While other individuals
In my square tryin' to thoughts
Spreading lies in my
Got me my peers
That be show and prove they belong here
I be the Chef in Hells
Pop in the clip and hit the DJ if the skipping
My competition gotta keep me at distance
I know onion head niggas don't listen
I the what
Got no time for wiz bitchin'
I'm to blow in 5 seconds
The clocks ticking this another mission
impossible as he gets
blowing up your nostril
We
Come on take if you dare
The reason why its so raw its real
I swear by the on my Chin 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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