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 the most, you in it to flamboast (Boast)
You in it to tricking off to hoes, I'm in to make her buy me some clothes (Clothes)
I be treating my scraper like a Rolls, lemme lying, no I don't (Don't)
I be sideways on two toys, all the call me Unc (Unc)
Feasible, unheathable, the best thing ever did it (Did it)
Incredible like E. Jerome, you it, I'm a hit it (Hit it)
One of my youngsters got popped with a thumper (Thumper)
They tryna wash him, talking football numbers (Football numbers)
tryna stop 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 take a lettuce from a cabbage (Cabbage)
A coon from a plum, 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 thing to put head on a slab

[Verse 2:
M this piece, already (Already)
Squat a 33-year-old (Old Chevy)
everything, all in Heat Cherry (Yeah)
So much chrome under the hood, scary
Get my man on, Sacramento Valley
On 22's, playboy vet (Rallies)
Tremendo, to the extreme, I go
I'm cleaner than a San Jose car show
... Hotter than in August
Chevy Land love me, I'm one flawless (One flawless)
The law just, pull up me, give me the thumbs up
I turn the beat up like "That's up"
Hah, tone, yadadamean
Got us out, smacking like magazine (Like magazine)
When I wanna deep, I gotta van (Gotta van)
But right now, it's Meek in the waterbed

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

3: E-40]
Sick of turfs scorchers, smoking hot like a stove
Me and my Filipinos, Tongans and
... On the soil, taking
On the roof, in the trees with the Latins, listening and watching,
... Good grief, it's never been ugly out here, we in some heavy beef
left his body in the streets for twelve hours
Candlelight vigils, sidewalk and flowers, oooh
These youngsters aint listening, they me
Aint no to holler 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 she could just to keep us off the turf (Keep us off the turf)
... But it aint no one to (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 head on a slab