Luyện nghe bài hát Block of Rock

(intro)

Yo, yo, I welcome, welcome everyone to hustletown
Are we
let's do this fellas.

Chorus: house artists]

For I've been working on the block of rock,
For years I've keeping nina glock on cock. (4x)

For homeboy, for years....

[baby
Now if you battle me then it's on,
I'm blowed I'm creeping up whip out my tek so now you gone.
You have tried that set up now you ass is getting wet up,
'cause real g's from the southeast leave you haters trying to get up
definitely get dealt with if your bitch ass has a death wish,
And on your I tag
It's the motherfucking rick that you don't mess
So let me keep that lesson
To all y'all and y'all haters
Haters keep y'all back
And y'all players keep creeping and stacking that

[baby
(now) now why do these haters plex
Why do they be starting mess
Get the out my face is what I suggest
Cause I really don't think you wanna test this mex
Coming straight out the south east side of tex,
So if there's you gotta get off your chest,
It's best that you express it.
It's hard for a messican,
So I don't need all that plexing,
There's all of player haters out there
So please wait let me tell you those.
you got them fraud ass hoes,
Then you got fraud popo's,
Then you got them ass niggas in the street
Who just plex and take yours

(chorus 4x)

Guess who's from the pen,
Out to win, sipping gin my kin folk,
Gots the grin on my when I come through
If you ain't down with g's motherfuck you
Cause a straight up struggle in my barrio,
Second ward high on the patio,
And I'm wet I'm a threat to a rival set,
I get respect when I with my new tek,
Don't sweat I check daily,
On the regular to your lady,
On the cellular on the lowride,
In the middle of the night no lights,
In the four-five, chilling at the house
Low-g is something you don't know
Little tricks on my twenty-four seven,
Treat them like a bitch, and got them hoes begging.
it real for my people, I fear no evil
Staying high till I die flying like a

(chorus x4)

You're superficial talking life with a pistol
But youse a hoe living life clean as a
My missles, oh they do body dimples,
Attack your whole staff a pack full of pitbulls.
You simple, I'm complex,
And coming on next, oh take a guess,
The south mex,
sess blow smoke in the darkness,
You don't wanna mess with the heartless,
I be the smartest, hottest, artist.
My gm shine than the golden arches,
Shooting yes, ol trick no blow indo
Before kick door, then flip coke,
to the top,
Tellin tales of wicked love spells,
Hoes and sales, some fell,
In it's most,
So a toast to my who died in the smoke.

(chorus 8x)

(outro)

H-town, hustletown, did for y'all, my boy low-g.