Luyện nghe bài hát Hoover Street

I got that work, fuck Labor Day, bought a gun
Fuck punching in, rocks, no hopscotch
Bet my 9 hit the right spot
Bang, night it was a dream
morning a fantasy
Back when the only fan I had was a
Meet me by the Acura cause the cops
To get help from the store camera, they always in my
But it's I've been catching on to they formula
See I'm a real loc, my street sign kill fo'
Then my Indo, then unroll my rillo
The bad guy once been a hoes hero
He get zero, I said
pass the cama (Uh, yeah)
How'd it feel to be a real (I'm a product of a real nigga)
La-la (Get confronted by a real nigga)
Fuck with one of my real
(It's on like night fall, summertime ball)
How'd it feel to be a real
(It's on like night fall, summertime ball)
How'd it feel to be a nigga (My whole life I've been a real nigga)
La-la familia (Get by a real nigga)
Fuck with one of my real
(It's on night fall, summertime gotta ball)
How'd it feel to be a real

I jumped 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 stole my stereo, my 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 than me, my socks
Eat so much pussy my mustache pink
Strapping, my seam, no need for a belt
Gangsta lean help, on backwards with the eyes cut out
My felt, my .45 elder, poetry's deep
I never fail ya, Schoolboy bust
Orange-yellow, higher than
Since a young nigga I admired the crack sellers, seen my uncle
From his mother, now that's the that I'm talking 'bout
Think it, the smoker ain't got shit and everyday he still get a hit
Whether jacking radio's or sucking
Sell his kids and his wrists and sealing his lips
'Cause he don't want the feds arresting his fix, take much
To get me convinced, coincidence that I ain't with work
Unless we rewind and answer my
Times getting harder than my dick on a spurt
Around the same time all you was on purp
My sober ass was snatching her purse, make the ice cream truck
Give me the keys, Frito's, chili and cheese
Thew Baby Lucas in his eyes before I leave
The cops'll get the leak, grandma taught me well
And my uncle gun was the accessories, 211 plus a robbery
little Piggy went to market, this little Piggy carry chrome

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

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

Grandma said she me, I told her I loved her more
She always got me things that we afford
The new J's and Tommy Hill in my
Sega Genesis, 64, see Golden Eye was away at war
We thinking of getting money then
Nor did I wonder why my uncle done his Benz
'Cause he tripping now, he sweats a lot and slimming down
I notice moms be locking doors when he around
But anyways, his wife done left him and now he living us
My bike is missing, grandma light a hotter chick month
My uncle's nuts, he to give me Whisky to piss in cups
Knocking on the telling me to hurry up, he in a rush
I it to him then got my ass whipped for doing it
Moms to tell me like "Nigga, know who you dealing with"
Them was the good days 'til I was raised the older
Rat-Tone my niggas' brother showed me my K
I was amazed, me and was in the back, he called us over like "Hey"
Yak, yak, yak, yak! We "Damn, nigga"
Then again, yak, yak! We "Damn, nigga"
Hearing him say 'cause turned us to a fan,
Later on he got so know we're taking his fades
Continue the chapter from his life, we flipping page
Gangbanging was a and grandma would help
She should've never her gun on the shelf
This little Piggy went to market, this little Piggy chrome

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

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