Luyện nghe bài hát Block of Rock

(intro)

Yo, yo, I wanna welcome, welcome everyone to
Are we
Alright let's do fellas.

[dope house artists]

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

For homeboy, for years....

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

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

(chorus 4x)

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

(chorus x4)

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

(chorus 8x)

(outro)

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