Luyện nghe bài hát Block Boi

[Verse 1:
Out here is sick, AR-70's and albino (Albino pits)
and bushmasters, home invasions and licks
I'm in it to make the most, you in it to (Boast)
You in it to off to them hoes, I'm in to make her buy me some clothes (Clothes)
I be treating my scraper a Rolls, lemme stop lying, no I don't (Don't)
I be sideways on two toys, all the rappers me Unc (Unc)
Feasible, unheathable, the thing that ever did it (Did it)
Incredible like E. Jerome, you it, I'm a hit it (Hit it)
One of my youngsters just got popped a thumper (Thumper)
They tryna wash him, they talking football (Football numbers)
tryna stop 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 take a lettuce from a (Cabbage)
A coon from a plum, kangaroo from a (From a raddish)
at my life, look at my guys, look at my fame (Look at my fame)
Look at you guys, look at my eyes, at my cane (Look at my cane)

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

2: Miko]
M this piece, already (Already)
Squat a Chevy (Old Chevy)
everything, all in Heat Cherry (Yeah)
So much under the hood, straight scary
Get my man on, Sacramento Valley
On 22's, vet rallies (Rallies)
Tremendo, to the extreme, I go
Pimping I'm cleaner than a San Jose car
... Hotter Barstow in August
Land love me, I'm year one flawless (One flawless)
The law just, up beside me, give me the thumbs up
I turn the beat up like "That's up"
Hah, studio tone,
Got us out, smacking like magazine (Like magazine)
I wanna roll deep, I gotta van (Gotta van)
But right now, young Meek in the waterbed

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

[Hook: 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