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letra de gritty streets - tai.cobain

{intro}:{gospel choir sing}

{verse 1:tai cobain}

i ain’t’ choose this life, this sh-t chose me..!
moving pound for pound going ot!
my n-ggas’ slanging on the “ave” ducking police..
let me tell you how this sh-t go on these gritty streets
n-ggas’ aiming at ya neck, wildin’ for respect..
ribs touching and ya heart beating through ya chest..
pockets full of lent..ya man throwing you the tec..
plotting on them n-ggas’ on the other side with “meth”
its time to ride out!? f-ck it! we gon’ ride out!
red bandanas on cause me and the slimes out
black tented up…sh-t we hot as f-ck
but money over everything so we don’t give a f-ck
we rolled up on em’..but we kinda strolled up on em
caught em’ slipping and the bullets started spitting
all the money and drugs, we started gripping
and the summer time we make a f-cking k!lling

{hook:tai.cobain}

i ain’t’ choose this life, this sh-t chose me..!
moving pound for pound going ot!
my n-ggas’ slanging on the “ave” ducking police..
let me tell you how this sh-t go on these gritty streets!
gritty streets!
let me show you how this sh-t go on thee gritty streets!
gritty streets!
let me tel you how this sh-t go on these gritty streets!

{verse 2: tai.cobain}

i break it down like “tetris”..skee mask for your necklace
run up on you wit that “toolie” gripped one false move leave you breathless
two pots on that stove though..whipping up but no breakfast
just two b-lls of that “hard white”..”rich porter” with it all night
pitching it..all night! no days off ti’l i see the light
grind hard! find god! but all my n-ggas’ grind hard!
rip to my n-gga “spoon”
he put in work like a real goon
i picked that second spoon up
mash the work up like tuna
i should’ve started rapping sooner
cause’ all you n-ggas’ ain’t’ sh-t
straight actors with facelifts
i’m all about them “aces”
that “az” meet “lulu”, trappin’ it like its “86′”
f-ck around and get “86’d”
all for that f-cking “brick”
one shot, head shots
leave you there in that dead box
twisted up like a dreadlock
i’m smoking with them dreadlocks
my “blood” n-ggas on “handc-ck”, they give it up
mama made me! but these brooklyn streets raised me!

{hook:tai.cobain}

i ain’t’ choose this life, this sh-t chose me..!
moving pound for pound going ot!
my n-ggas’ slanging on the “ave” ducking police..
let me tell you how this sh-t go on these gritty streets!
gritty streets!
let me show you how this sh-t go on thee gritty streets!
gritty streets!
let me tel you how this sh-t go on these gritty streets!

- tai cobain

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