Luyện nghe bài hát Survivin The Drought

Last year was a year, ask the click
But this was scarred to our last half of brick
Trying to survive in the drought it ain't no blow
It no [Incomprehensible] so with ain't no dough

Yo 95 south sun moonlight
Po-pos tight before the turnpike
The last lick went Fed's jammed the blow
But like a man it's a light chance of snow

Lay low at the at the tell
Wait patient for my Haitian to hit me on the
'Cause my Haitian cartel they work
They even had shit when the Cubans hurt

My nigga hit back he ain't got no
He said the guard just knocked off the boat
He said them Fed's in Texas they out of
off major bricks with the border patrol

A nigga couldn't rap long 'cause the phones be wired up
I be goddamned the whole East dried up
A went from raw dope to cheap base
'round with the block Fed in the brief case

Surviving in the drought where it no blow
It ain't no piece, yo it ain't no
It no bricks, no chips, no food
So tell me what the fuck am I to do?

Surviving in the drought it ain't no blow
It ain't no piece, yo it ain't no
It ain't no bricks, no chips, no
So tell me the fuck am I suppose to do?

In the I look the dope fiend right in the grill
Slang him a Asprin or a pill
In the drought niggaz panic when that stop
slinging wamis and them dummy blocks

Hit the projects in that 87 fleet drop
Set up shop a 9 pack of sheet rock
a nigga get hot, now he wanna hit pop
He wanna brain he don't know I got my shit cocked

'Cause in the you get stuck like a thumb tack
Dixie man got a 20 pack worth of back
A fucked up till that drought go down
A got to spread his hustle when the drought come 'round

I'm stuck a player fucked up now I'm finna come up
back on with then pack playboy the blow flooded
The heads happy and my workers show love it

My dog hit the about two hundred birds
Off a Bahamian cruise ship nigga got nerves
Now is beeping and the Haitians is calling
I'm back to whole chickens popping cases and balling

I got to put the team on so I'm looking up
RJ he the chef, he be cooking them up, hookin' up
While I'm whipping 'em, flipping 'em down
With the razor chipping 'em

We got 'em harder than hard plus we soft ball
Jumping for that how high this year gone cost
Since we the only wit it
It's the lick of a life

Coming up in the through the paroofeal pipe line
This I'm gone sit on me 'bout ten
'Cause you never know that drought coming again
in the drought, surviving in the drought

Surviving in the drought where it ain't no
It ain't no piece, yo it ain't no
It ain't no bricks, no chips, no
So me what the fuck am I suppose to do?

Surviving in the drought it ain't no blow
It no piece, yo it ain't no dough
It ain't no bricks, no chips, no
So tell me what the fuck am I to do?