Luyện nghe bài hát Block Boi

[Verse 1:
Out is sick, AR-70's and albino pits (Albino pits)
Patriots and bushmasters, home invasions and
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 like a Rolls, stop lying, no I don't (Don't)
I be sideways on two toys, all the call me Unc (Unc)
Feasible, unheathable, the best 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 him, they talking football numbers (Football numbers)
They tryna stop him, it's in the Ave (In the Ave)
Take one of mine, I'm take of theirs (Three of theirs)
Some of you suckers take a lettuce from a cabbage (Cabbage)
A coon from a plum, kangaroo from a (From a raddish)
Look at my life, look at my guys, at my fame (Look at my fame)
Look at you guys, look at my eyes, look at my (Look at my cane)

[Hook: 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 piece, already (Already)
Squat a Chevy (Old Chevy)
everything, all in Heat 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 Jose car
... Hotter Barstow in August
Land love me, I'm year one flawless (One flawless)
The law just, pull up beside me, give me the up
I turn the up like "That's what up"
Hah, tone, yadadamean
Got us mobbed out, smacking like (Like magazine)
When I wanna 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
with a thing to put your head on a slab

[Verse 3:
Sick of turfs scorchers, smoking hot like a stove
Me and my Filipinos, and Cholos
... On the soil, precaution
On the roof, in the trees with the Latins, listening and watching,
... Good grief, it's never been this ugly out here, we in some beef
They left his body in the streets for hours
Candlelight vigils, sidewalk and flowers, oooh
These youngsters aint listening, disrespecting me
Aint no to holler at, no one to detonate, oooh
... Chemical babies, the parents 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 no one to blame (But)
But Noriega and Regan and rock

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