Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Suono


Interfaccia


Livello di difficoltà


Accento



linguaggio dell'interfaccia

it

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Gestione dei Cookie   |   Supporto   |   FAQ
1
registrati/accedi
Lyrkit

donare

5$

Lyrkit

donare

10$

Lyrkit

donare

20$

Lyrkit

E/o supportarmi sui social. reti:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Blanco

These Streets Are Hot

 

These Streets Are Hot


Spartan
Really believed that he's that tough
I can't be no judge
For them, I spill blood
Convicted tug
These streets are hot
Spartan
These neeks are washed
Man run every time that they see my soul
How can I call man opp?
(Ayy, where you going with this, Craze?)

These-these-these streets are hot (Hot)
These neeks are washed (Washed)
Man run every time that they see my soul, how can I call man opp? (Opp)
Con-convicted tug, judge, I can't be no judge
Who got poked? That's none of my business, who got shot? (Who got shot?)
These-these-these streets are hot (Hot)
These neeks are washed (Washed)
Man run every time that they see my soul, how can I call man opp? (Opp)
Con-convicted tug, judge, I can't be no judge
Who got poked? That's none of my business, who got shot? (Who got shot? Spartan)

Let me tell you 'bout the meaning, life on the line for the ones that I love
I still get searched for my dargs dem above
I miss them, for them, I spill blood
He lied to himself so much
He really believed that he's that tough (Tough)
Now I gotta be the man to remind him, in this ting, he's just a pup (Pup)
Bare-bare new yutes involved in the war
I-I don't even know who I gotta look for
Street nigga, don't abide by law
Why'd you think we're locked behind doors?
Tryna put paigons in morgues (Morgues)
Down-down-down for the cause for sure

Start-start-started off beefing two blocks
Circling both and clapped out town got him mad
Got in some beef with some old-school fans
Tryna-tryna bump into them old-school man
And it started with us, not an old-school gang
Kick-kicking down ****, bro-bro, it's a flashback
It's day and night
Got it, spot 'em, got 'em, nearly turned him to a hashtag
And I'm deep in the ends like Lalor Street (Lalor Street)
On the curb, on the shit concrete
Box gone on the strip, five days, not a week
And I hit my sales, KP's backstreet
Got-gotta had a whoosh and a block in case, so they come like Vikings, evade our space
Do it like the English and chase 'em away
Free Star and L Boy, there some known nutcase

These-these-these streets are hot (Hot)
These neeks are washed (Washed)
Man run every time that they see my soul, how can I call man opp? (Opp)
Con-convicted tug, judge, I can't be no judge
Who got poked? That's none of my business, who got shot? (Who got shot?)

Con-convicted
Yeah, they stay by the Vauxhall bridges
Bro-bro did a drill and he cut his nails, them man just fake acrylics
Vanish, opps see action, take that stain right out, it's not a smidget
Diz-diz-dizziness won't stop my bro from throwing up and spinning
Hand-hand signs, they ain't hearing a thing (Thing)
Voices keep me sane, I've seen 'nough pain, I ain't seen a shrink (Seen a shrink)
Washing all these accolades, free Ski and I'm seeing em sink (Seeing 'em sink)
You'll-you'll miss by seeing it blink
Sign my life away in contract, but you won't see it in ink (Ink)

Really-really-really hot in the field, any opp show teet' like grills (Teet' like grills)
Six years in the can, all now they can't give man appeal (Give man appeal)
Bod-body flesh got cooked in the beef (Cooked in the beef)
Neek-neeky to take that L (That L)
Run-run, don't think when you see me, dummy as, dummy as hell (Dummy as hell)
Tell-telling a tale
Ringing a bit, done-done in a bell
Grip-grip and dig it, the blood and the smell (Blood and the smell)
Trip in the mission, deny and defell
Stay-stay clutch and he like to Dutch
Call-up-phone ringing like retail (Retail)
A creed where no one tells for a time in the jail (Jail)

These-these-these streets are hot (Hot)
These neeks are washed (Washed)
Man run every time that they see my soul, how can I call man opp? (Opp)
Con-convicted tug, judge, I can't be no judge
Who got poked? That's none of my business, who got shot? (Who got shot?)
These-these-these streets are hot (Hot)
These neeks are washed (Washed)
Man run every time that they see my soul, how can I call man opp? (Opp)
Con-convicted tug, judge, I can't be no judge
Who got poked? That's none of my business, who got shot? (Who got shot?)

Fatto

Hai aggiunto tutte le parole sconosciute di questa canzone?