Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem Streets

Killa, killa, man
Aye yo, you know I've been all over the world man
But ain't no place like man
Let me it down 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, selling marijuana to a minor
Elder fella, for that shine, I'll shine ya
My designa, you a dime, I dine ya
Madonna momma, body bottle, your fine, I'm
Time to climb her, climb vagina
Then I hime and her, 'til her mom remind her

Diamonds blind her, gone, kiss her palm
Turn her on, lift her arm, that her wrists is wrong
Gotta get it ma, we gon' get along
Said how don't trip, but yo the is wrong
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, say yay, this shit's the bomb

I'm a hit my man, tell 'em you my bigga
The rest, so yes, be blessed to hit the intercom
You know kisses mom, she him wisdom charm
And they come from a long list of dons
And I get it cheaper, I cop bricks sneakers
And if the cops come, I just hit
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 got no money? If I'm movin' weight
My life's upon, what I'm a do this year
Cop a boat, hop a
Now the army cute wit my chocolate Airs
You gotta stare, go cop a pair
Still the in me, nothing they can do to me
I made sure my mother and girl, is in pearls
a nigga under the world

Everybody like Cam got the now
Not them three girls I got to be Destiny's
Specially equities, we smile
In the fear tech the tech and use the tech that we
The tech the deceptive, receptive affiles
Hectic, heckle a koch, helicopters on the set of my
Nah, I ain't gon' be imbedded in
to a cellmate in a bed in a jail, dog

I broke bread with the wheel, fled from some
And the house, I was the head of the hills,
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 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, that remains
It wasn't rap, it was that got the racks on the range
Look dog, be askin' for dames, see
Playboy, I own that man
In any way homeboy, you a ass man, shit

And I rap it ain't no punchlines
I be on the highway dirty, crunch
No homeboy, just one time
If find that stashbox, just one time
Shit, they'll put the in the trunk
of the road, holdin' you up, cold as a fuck
They want button, lunge it and push it
Soon as they lunge it and 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 they lips
Fuck y'all if y'all feelin' the dips

Why I feel like I'm weight?
Why I got no money? If I'm movin' weight
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 ain't stare, go cop a pair
Still the sweet in me, nothing can do to me
I made my mother and girl, is smothered in pearls
When a nigga under the