Luyện nghe bài hát Slump

From front to back street, listen, we on a
To get right, workin street in the midnight
Picture the scene, these fiends with
Ten dollar dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, that
I'm wit like Wheatstraw
servin my cocaine raw
Drop sixty-two off the brick, back
Twenty over now mo' money to get
Slick, we fin' to lick on corner without gettin caught
But time, keep a sleepin and gettin short
Plus that cop Brock think we blow slangin (fuck him)
That why he through the hole with the do' swangin
But I make moves, shake tricks up out they shoestrings
Be precise when we do things
Cause is like shakin the dice, but I buck back twice
five-deuce, fo'-trey, okay

I'm strictly dirty dirty
Gone it to the t-top
and bred up on the street top
Get to the money and the spot
And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see
I'm strictly stressin dirty
represent it to the t-top
Born and bred up on the top
Get to the money and the spot
And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see

Shit, cops and robbers be bound to get them dollars and cents
They get in a slump like players when they short on they rent
Anything goin you ain't knowin how much money YOU
But in the real world you surrounded by these and gents
Who hang around you cause you be buyin all the weed and all the
everybody, smokin em out
When you was broke they was missin
Now you ridin bout fo' deep, startin to tear up your
And your baby mamma on child support, my fault, forget to
You don't even a checking account wasn't thinking about no pension
I used to work at 'N' Ale, Old Gold off in the kitchen
Had determination and graduated, now I got the whole rap world
I wanted a piece of the pie for me and my family so I it
to sell dope, it's payin the bills so you gon' do it
But legislation got this new policy, strikes and you're ruined
Now where your at? Yeah

I'm strictly stressin dirty
Gone represent it to the
Born and up on the street top
Get to the money and the spot
And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see
I'm strictly dirty dirty
Gone it to the t-top
Born and bred up on the top
Get to the money and the spot
And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" we see cops

Ay, me and my buddy on the cut and they we serving em slabs
We watch what we doing, and look out for Joe Nab
And quit up and standing on this same old block
Before our gangsta ass get both of us shot
Niggas cause they making some flow
But still did nothing that ain't been done before
You can't be trying to showcase, just put it for your spot
And improvise and work that little you got
So I when I finish selling my last sack
I'mma take some of this money, go and give some
Cause people won't forget the time you gave, knowmsayin?
And start bout a path to pave

I'm strictly dirty dirty
Gone it to the t-top
Born and up on the street top
Get to the money and the spot
And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see
I'm strictly dirty dirty
Gone it to the t-top
Born and bred up on the top
Get to the money and the sweet
And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" we see cops