Luyện nghe bài hát Block Boi

[Verse 1:
Out is sick, AR-70's and albino pits (Albino pits)
Patriots and bushmasters, home and licks
I'm in it to the most, you in it to flamboast (Boast)
You in it to tricking off to them hoes, I'm in to make her buy me clothes (Clothes)
I be treating my like a Rolls, lemme stop lying, no I don't (Don't)
I be on two toys, all the rappers call me Unc (Unc)
Feasible, unheathable, the best thing ever did it (Did it)
Incredible like E. Jerome, you it, I'm a hit it (Hit it)
One of my youngsters just got with a thumper (Thumper)
They wash him, they talking football numbers (Football numbers)
They tryna him, it's murk in the Ave (In the Ave)
one of mine, I'm take three of theirs (Three of theirs)
Some of you can't take a lettuce from a cabbage (Cabbage)
A coon from a plum, from a radish (From a raddish)
Look at my life, look at my guys, look at my (Look at my fame)
at you guys, look at my eyes, look at my cane (Look at my cane)

[Hook: x2]
Block, block, block, boi
Block, b-block, b-block, block, boi
... Block, block, block, boi
Ride with a thing to put your on a slab

[Verse 2:
M wanted piece, already (Already)
Squat a 33-year-old (Old Chevy)
Replace everything, all in Cherry (Yeah)
So much chrome under the hood, straight
Get my grown man on, Sacramento
On 22's, playboy vet (Rallies)
Tremendo, to the extreme, I go
I'm cleaner than a San Jose car show
... Hotter than Barstow in
Chevy Land love me, I'm year one (One flawless)
The law just, pull up me, give me the thumbs up
I the beat up like "That's what up"
Hah, studio tone,
Got us out, smacking like magazine (Like magazine)
I wanna roll deep, I gotta van (Gotta van)
But now, it's young Meek in the waterbed

[Hook: x2]
Block, block, block, boi
Block, b-block, b-block, block, boi
... Block, block, block, boi
Ride a thing to put your head on a slab

3: E-40]
Sick of turfs scorchers, smoking hot like a broken
Me and my Filipinos, Tongans and
... On the soil, taking
On the roof, in the trees with the Latins, listening and watching,
... grief, it's never been this ugly out here, we in some heavy beef
They left his body in the streets for hours
Candlelight vigils, funerals and flowers, oooh
These youngsters aint listening, they me
Aint no OG's to holler at, no one to detonate,
... Chemical babies, the parents rocks
Plus they aint had a chance to know God (To know God)
In my days, I was in the church
Momma did what she could just to us off the turf (Keep us off the turf)
... But it aint no one to (But)
But Noriega and Regan and cocaine

[Hook: x2]
Block, block, block, boi
Block, b-block, b-block, block, boi
... Block, block, block, boi
with a thing to put your head on a slab