Luyện nghe bài hát Block Boi

[Verse 1:
Out here is sick, AR-70's and albino (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 make her buy me some (Clothes)
I be treating my scraper like a Rolls, stop lying, no I don't (Don't)
I be on two toys, all the rappers call me Unc (Unc)
Feasible, unheathable, the best thing ever did it (Did it)
Incredible E. Jerome, you pitch it, I'm a hit it (Hit it)
One of my youngsters just got popped with a (Thumper)
They tryna wash him, talking football numbers (Football numbers)
They tryna him, it's murk in the Ave (In the Ave)
Take one of mine, I'm three of theirs (Three of theirs)
Some of you suckers can't take a from a cabbage (Cabbage)
A from a plum, kangaroo from a radish (From a raddish)
Look at my life, look at my guys, look at my (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

[Verse 2:
M wanted this piece, (Already)
a 33-year-old Chevy (Old Chevy)
Replace everything, all in Cherry (Yeah)
So much chrome the hood, straight scary
Get my grown man on, Sacramento
On 22's, vet rallies (Rallies)
Tremendo, to the extreme, I go
Pimping I'm cleaner than a San car show
... Hotter than Barstow in
Chevy Land 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, tone, yadadamean
Got us mobbed out, like magazine (Like magazine)
When I wanna roll deep, I 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 head on a slab

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

Stressmatic 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