Luyện nghe bài hát street Shit

Nigga always talkin' drama like they want this
As soon as I see em' in the streets all want is peace
It's strange how a
Faker turned
King Koopa the cocky copy-machine I keep paper
And it's so gangsta, the way the stack up
The way I spend it, it get low and it come back up
My will come back-up, me if ya dumb..act-up
Rap sucks, act up to rap, and get wrapped up
That tough..nigga will be his tune
When his souls in a hole and they throwin' his in a tomb
For the re-came yo explain "Oh, you want poppy"
But one of them clean cock see, the other one watch me
Guess the got me
in a sun-toppy
Listen the gun's
Hate it? Then stop me
with the hammers, not sleepin' on no candles
But still..I manage to the heat in the pajamas
is tryin' to jam us
F-E-Dz tryna us
Don't have us doin' anything illegal on
Can't us, I shoot you the police wouldn't ask
whether I did it 'cause my jersey said that I'm back in the
Uh, 10 years in my I
Dr. Jay is my
Throw 50 at the judge and see how time that'll buy
And if that don't work it don't matter my
niggaz will show up at the house and give that a try
The End, yes the is raw
Rewind to the last verse and all the you saw
It's gutta, I'm not a gangsta but dawg
I did it to prove I can rap gangsta better then y'all
It's easy to put words together and talk about ya guns
about how you gon' blast while all ya enemies run
It be the same niggaz talkin'
That don't never ever won't when standin' in-diflesh
Look, don't act dumb nigga the King will
and bring it on, before ya labeled the Kingdom