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letra de voice of the streets freestyle - m1llionz

part 1

[intro]
ay czr, you did a mazza still

[verse]
with my yg, don’t shark him
no farsin’, he’s itchin’ to r-ss it
leave victims, a&e departments
had the block lookin’ ’80’s harlem
just my graft phone and a ribena carton
new shape dinger had fibre carbon
leave it cranked in the garden
before i surrender myself to the sergeant
jamaican camera man in the dance
i told him, “don’t get me in the video line”
if i ain’t got it on me, my likkle bro might
bad darg, i ain’t into no hype
this twin barrel pipe have you p-ssin’ all night
i don’t do no lyrical fight
and most of you rappers are typical guys
i heard ‘taser deployed’
i kept my head straight and kept on dashin’
was ‘016, so my boot cuts saggin’
nearly got grabbed for the sake of fashion
2k20, these slim fits patterned
at least man won’t lose balance
x5 try tpac dual carriage
interceptors must’ve thought they had it
must’ve thought they got man
if i do a two step with one man
the [?] might be on man
bad b-tch in the dance is screamin’ out ‘one man’
she’s got a boyfriend and she still slops man
can’t lie, they was gone man
didn’t care before, now these gyal on man
i [?] how they slightly knows who i am
never seen her before, she must be a fan
i see m grab the door with his hand
he’s checkin’ the barrel, it must’ve been jammed
key done set up that yute in the yard
i know he was thinkin’ it must’ve been planned
when it’s time to do removals
stolen crops in a transit van
got my grandad cap and my barber jacket
i’m lookin’ like a undie myself
this white rum, i can’t function without it
hit the town centre with grub in my mouth
h try make the ting buss through the pouch
i tried bring you in, you was f-ckin’ about
so i gotta link dutch when i’m out
cah he’s the only one with grub in the drought
virgin or crosscountry
it’s not, a man’s still gotta dash conductors
i don’t know much ’bout global warming
but i swear this gun smoke cause combustion
started with a eighth of o and you got bagged on the spot
and got made redundant
all i need is tt in abundance
since i start rap, everyone makes -ssumptions
don’t like how man say he’s kind of precious
need to fix it before i take it to heart
told m leave that skeng in the car
who’s that white man [?] in the dance?
i can tell that g feds from a far
sf65 ain’t been in at all
ching when i step in the mard
cah the borings too up for the darg
i would’ve put it on network rail
but i ‘eard the jakes got the dogs at the station
too many man get complacent
i’ll sack you today and find a next replacement
i swear likkle man’s brazen
can’t believe he thought man wouldn’t have paged him
from minimum ages you can get considered a paigon
aftermath of the mad ting
gotta reflect, see how man i was actin’
see bro movin’ mad with the shank ting
done up a yute then got back to the [?]
old school days after parties
who should we rush? pickin’ yutes at random
then, man went to the wok’ house
sweep up the landin’

part 2

[intro]
ay czr, you did a mazza still
yo
north west, brum town
jailhouse mandem bang your doors
the voice of the streets
yo, yo
traphouse mob

[verse]
if it ain’t a public outin’
i’ll be in ot in some f-cked up outfits
‘019, i put rips in trousers
i thought it was, said the drip’s outstandin’

- m1llionz

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