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 make the most, you in it to (Boast)
You in it to tricking off to them hoes, I'm in to make her buy me clothes (Clothes)
I be my scraper like a Rolls, lemme 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 got popped with a thumper (Thumper)
They wash him, they talking football numbers (Football numbers)
They 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 can't a lettuce from a cabbage (Cabbage)
A from a plum, kangaroo from a radish (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 thing to put your on a slab

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

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

3: E-40]
Sick of turfs scorchers, smoking hot like a broken
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 this ugly out here, we in some beef
left his body in the streets for twelve hours
Candlelight vigils, sidewalk funerals and flowers,
youngsters aint listening, they disrespecting me
Aint no OG's to at, no one to detonate, oooh
... Chemical babies, the smoking rocks
Plus they never had a chance to know God (To know God)
In my days, I was raised in the
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 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 head on a