Luyện nghe bài hát Block of Rock

(intro)

Yo, yo, I wanna welcome, welcome to hustletown
Are we
Alright do this fellas.

Chorus: [dope artists]

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

For homeboy, for years....

[baby
Now if you wanna me then it's on,
I'm while 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 will leave you trying to get up
You'll definitely get dealt with if your ass has a death wish,
And on grave I tag
It's the motherfucking rick that you don't with
So let me keep stressing lesson
To all y'all players and y'all
Haters watching y'all back
And y'all players keep and stacking that paper

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

(chorus 4x)

Guess back from the pen,
Out to win, sipping gin my kin folk,
the grin on my face when I come through
If you ain't down 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 I step with my new tek,
Don't I check hoes daily,
On the talking to your lady,
On the cellular on the lowride,
In the middle of the night no lights,
In the four-five, at the dope house
Low-g is something you know about
tricks on my dick twenty-four seven,
Treat them like a bitch, and still got hoes begging.
Keep it for my people, I fear no evil
Staying high till I die like a eagle

(chorus x4)

You're superficial talking about life a pistol
But youse a hoe life clean as a whistle
My missles, oh do leave body dimples,
Attack your whole staff a pack full of pitbulls.
You simple, I'm complex,
And on next, oh take a wild guess,
The south mex,
Spark sess blow in the darkness,
You don't wanna mess with the heartless,
I be the smartest, hottest, artist.
My gm shine brighter the golden arches,
Shooting yes, ol trick no blow indo
Before they kick door, then coke,
to the top,
Tellin thug tales of wicked spells,
and drug sales, some fell,
In fact 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.