Luyện nghe bài hát Block Boi

[Verse 1:
Out is sick, AR-70's and albino pits (Albino pits)
Patriots and bushmasters, invasions and licks
I'm in it to the most, you in it to flamboast (Boast)
You in it to tricking off to them hoes, I'm in to her buy me some clothes (Clothes)
I be treating my scraper a Rolls, lemme stop lying, no I don't (Don't)
I be on two toys, all the rappers call me Unc (Unc)
Feasible, unheathable, the best that ever did it (Did it)
Incredible E. Jerome, you pitch it, I'm a hit it (Hit it)
One of my youngsters got popped with a thumper (Thumper)
They tryna wash him, they talking football (Football numbers)
They tryna him, it's murk in the Ave (In the Ave)
Take one of mine, I'm take of theirs (Three of theirs)
Some of you suckers can't a lettuce from a cabbage (Cabbage)
A coon from a plum, kangaroo a radish (From a raddish)
Look at my life, at my guys, look at my fame (Look at my fame)
Look at you guys, look at my eyes, look at my (Look at my cane)

Stressmatic x2]
Block, block, block, boi
Block, b-block, b-block, block, boi
... Block, block, block, boi
Ride with a thing to put your on a slab

[Verse 2:
M this piece, already (Already)
Squat a Chevy (Old Chevy)
Replace everything, all in Heat (Yeah)
So much chrome under the hood, straight
Get my man on, Sacramento Valley
On 22's, playboy vet (Rallies)
Tremendo, to the extreme, I go
Pimping I'm cleaner than a San car show
... Hotter than Barstow in
Chevy Land love me, I'm year one (One flawless)
The law just, pull up beside me, me the thumbs up
I the beat up like "That's what up"
Hah, tone, yadadamean
Got us mobbed out, like magazine (Like magazine)
When I roll deep, I gotta van (Gotta van)
But right now, it's young in the waterbed

[Hook: x2]
Block, block, block, boi
Block, b-block, b-block, block, boi
... Block, block, block, boi
Ride with a thing to put your head on a

3: E-40]
Sick of turfs scorchers, smoking hot a broken stove
Me and my Filipinos, and Cholos
... On the soil, taking
On the roof, in the trees with the Latins, listening and watching,
... Good grief, it's never this ugly out here, we in some heavy beef
They left his in the streets for twelve hours
Candlelight vigils, sidewalk and flowers, oooh
These youngsters listening, they disrespecting me
Aint no OG's to at, no one to detonate, oooh
... babies, the parents smoking rocks
Plus they aint had a chance to know God (To know God)
In my days, I was raised in the
Momma did what she could just to us off the turf (Keep us off the turf)
... But it aint no one to (But)
But Noriega and Regan and cocaine

[Hook: x2]
Block, block, block, boi
Block, b-block, b-block, block, boi
... Block, block, block, boi
with a thing to put your head on a slab