Luyện nghe bài hát Hoover Street

I got that work, fuck Day, just bought a gun
Fuck punching in, throwing rocks, no
Bet my 9 milli hit the right
Bang, last it was a dream
This a fantasy
when the only fan I had was a fiend
Meet me by the Acura cause the cops
To get from the store camera, they always in my cornea
But it's cool I've catching on to they formula
See I'm a real loc, my sign I'll kill fo'
Then rewind my Indo, then unroll my
The bad guy never once been a hoes
He get zero, I said
pass the cama (Uh, yeah)
How'd it to be a real nigga? (I'm a product of a real nigga)
La-la familia (Get confronted by a nigga)
with one of my real niggas
(It's on night fall, summertime gotta ball)
How'd it feel to be a real
(It's on like night fall, summertime ball)
How'd it to be a real nigga (My whole life I've been a real nigga)
familia (Get confronted by a real nigga)
Fuck one of my real niggas
(It's on night fall, summertime gotta ball)
How'd it to be a real nigga?

I done off my ass
Hit the lick and barely but I quickly got to balling
2012 ain't happen
So I guess it's back to trapping, open night to morning
Had in my cereal
My uncle my stereo, my grandma can't control him

But, every last one of us had a in the room, nigga
But, click-clack, (Boom, nigga)
But, meet clock familia (Boom)

Find a nigga realer me, my socks stink
Eat so pussy that my mustache pink
Strapping, my pants seam, no for a belt
Gangsta lean help, hoodie on with the eyes cut out
My hate felt, my .45 elder, poetry's
I fail ya, Schoolboy bust flame
Orange-yellow, higher than
Since a nigga I admired the crack sellers, seen my uncle steal
his mother, now that's the money that I'm talking 'bout
Think about it, the smoker ain't got shit and he still get a hit
Whether radio's or sucking dick
Sell his kids and his wrists and sealing his lips
'Cause he want the feds arresting his fix, didn't take much
To get me convinced, coincidence that I ain't fucking work
Unless we rewind and my church
getting harder than my dick on a growth spurt
Around the time all you niggas was on purp
My sober ass was snatching her purse, make the ice truck freeze
Give me the keys, Frito's, chili and cheese
Thew some Lucas in his eyes before I leave
The cops'll never get the leak, taught me well
And my gun was the accessories, 211 sipping plus a robbery
This little Piggy went to market, this little Piggy carry

I done off my ass
Hit the lick and pass but I quickly got to balling
2012 really happen
So I it's back to trapping, eyes open night to morning
Had in my cereal
My uncle stole my stereo, my grandma can't him

But, every last one of us had a pistol in the room,
But, click-clack, (Boom, nigga)
But, meet clock familia (Boom)

Grandma said she me, I told her I loved her more
She always got me things that we couldn't
The new J's and Tommy Hill in my
Sega Genesis, 64, see Golden Eye was away at war
We wasn't thinking of getting money
Nor did I wonder why my uncle sold his Benz
'Cause he tripping now, he sweats a lot and slimming down
I also notice be locking doors when he around
But anyways, his wife left him and now he living with us
My bike is missing, grandma light a hotter chick every
My uncle's nuts, he used to me Whisky to piss in cups
on the door telling me to hurry up, he in a rush
I it to him then got my ass whipped for doing it
Moms used to tell me "Nigga, know who you dealing with"
Them was the good days 'til I was raised the ways
Rat-Tone my niggas' brother me my first K
I was amazed, me and Floyd was in the back, he called us over "Hey"
Yak, yak, yak, yak! We "Damn, nigga"
again, yak, yak! We like "Damn, nigga"
Hearing him say turned us to a fan, nigga
on he got locked so know we're taking his fades
Continue the chapter from his life, we flipping that
Gangbanging was a ritual and would help
She should've left her gun on the shelf
This little went to market, this little Piggy carry chrome

I jumped off my ass
Hit the lick and pass but I quickly got to balling
2012 ain't really
So I guess it's back to trapping, eyes night to morning
Had in my cereal
My stole my stereo, my grandma can't control him

But, every last one of us had a in the room, nigga
But, click-clack, (Boom, nigga)
But, Glock clock familia (Boom)