Luyện nghe bài hát Slump

From front to street, listen, we on a mission
To get right, workin corner in the midnight
Picture the scene, these with fire
Ten dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, believe that
I'm wit whateva like
Stuck servin my raw
Drop off the brick, jump back
Twenty now that's mo' money to get
Slick, we fin' to lick on this corner gettin caught
But time, a sleepin and money gettin short
Plus that crooked cop Brock we blow slangin (fuck him)
why he ride through the hole with the do' swangin
But I make moves, shake them up out they shoestrings
Be precise when we do things
Cause life is like shakin the dice, but I back twice
five-deuce, fo'-trey, okay

I'm strictly dirty dirty
Gone represent it to the
Born and bred up on the top
Get to the and the sweet spot
And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" we see cops
I'm strictly stressin dirty
Gone represent it to the
and bred up on the street top
Get to the money and the spot
And hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops

Shit, cops and robbers niggas be bound to get them and cents
They get in a slump like baseball players they short on they rent
goin you ain't knowin how much money YOU spent
But in the real world you surrounded by ladies and gents
Who hang around you cause you be all the weed and all the chicken
Feedin everybody, em out
When you was broke though they was
Now you ridin bout fo' deep, to tear up your suspension
And your mamma on child support, my fault, forget to mention
You don't even have a checking account wasn't thinking about no
I used to work at Steak 'N' Ale, Old off in the kitchen
Had and graduated, now I got the whole rap world fascinated
I a piece of the pie for me and my family so I made it
Continue to sell dope, it's the bills so you gon' do it
But got this new policy, three strikes and you're ruined
Now where crew at? Yeah

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

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

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