Luyện nghe bài hát The Ave

I used to when I see dope fiends get beat
Bleedin' all out they head in the of the street
Shit, ball would go on in the park
And vampires niggas come out in the dark
Freaks sell dope for material
On the side gold-diggin' for some part-time
O.G. nigga's turn alcoholics
What you about it fool "Nigga I can't call it"
kids run around wit' a nose full of buggers
Well my nigga's on the sell that rocked up sugar
Touchin' they gat everytime a fool
to put slugs up in a nigga's ass
We say fuck school, we say grades
We rather get and snort cocaine on the Ave.

I see some I used to go to school with
(Back at Gal)
They at me like my face is full of bear shit
They don't even say whats up to a loc
Just put they hands on they guns they coats
But I'm to myself I ain't fearin' ya
I remember when ate in the cafeteria
Huh, but those are rested
I get a bag of ses, get my change and keep steppin'
To the store for some
Every store on my is owned by an Arab
But like a I say fuck it I'm drivin'
my dick, spit my shit and keep rhymin'
'cause some nigga's don't me, but I don't care
They put they plex on they chest act sick and try to me
Yo, but I don't to bruise ya
I rather take you on tour me nigga then lose ya
hit back to the set, roll a seven and eleven
Hit the dice and then... jet
Them police wanna me
Because I on the corner all day and smoke gunji
And I don't care about hoe
I just lift weights let my hair and my nails
up on the fags, I did a calendar
Now I'm even on the Ave.

niggas say they sucka free
Now why the fuck you keep fucking with me
I love pussy like a
But I'll be damned if a get me sprung like a clucker
I'm not a motherfuckin
You want pussy ate baby
find a nigga that's a cannibal (lick lick)
And eat your ass up
And while he you I'm on the set making big bucks
'cause there's out on the streets (on the Flav.)
And if I have the streets
the Dog nigga wouldn't eat
So baby act dumb
You got your mommy and your
and a for an income

And my on the block, got one income
that's from breakin down to rocks
But we all born to be dead
Why you wear a vest when nigga's get shot in the head
But a helmet won't though
Ya get a nine in your ass and watch dick blow up
real niggas just multiply
But now real nigga's just die
Put a bullet in a ass laugh then jet
Real smoke buddha hoe
Triple a muthafucka then giggle at his funeral
I snort with the hard heads
Outta when I sale to mail from the damn feds
Now I'm about to get
Hit Kentucky for some chicken then the store for a St.
Dre Dog creeps
Me be hella muthafuckas ah hell no
'cause I don't worry bout'
I'm a pit and pitbulls ain't to be fucked
So I'm back on the block, snortin' caine doin'
Well them young locs just
And white folks pass
Give up your cash and bags
or ass stabbed on the Ave