Luyện nghe bài hát Block Boi

[Verse 1:
Out here is sick, AR-70's and pits (Albino pits)
and bushmasters, home invasions and licks
I'm in it to the most, you in it to flamboast (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 call me Unc (Unc)
Feasible, unheathable, the best thing that did it (Did it)
like E. Jerome, you pitch 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)
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 a lettuce from a cabbage (Cabbage)
A coon from a plum, kangaroo 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, look at my (Look at my cane)

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 2:
M this piece, already (Already)
Squat a 33-year-old (Old Chevy)
Replace everything, all in Heat (Yeah)
So much under the hood, straight scary
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 than Barstow in
Chevy Land love me, I'm year one (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 now, it's 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 scorchers, smoking hot like a broken stove
Me and my Filipinos, Tongans and
... On the soil, precaution
On the roof, in the with the Latins, listening and watching, oooh
... grief, it's never been this ugly out here, we in some heavy beef
left his body in the streets for twelve hours
Candlelight vigils, funerals and flowers, oooh
These aint listening, they disrespecting me
Aint no OG's to at, no one to detonate, oooh
... Chemical babies, the smoking rocks
Plus aint never had a chance to know 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

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