Luyện nghe bài hát Block Boi

[Verse 1:
Out here is sick, AR-70's and pits (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 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 rappers me Unc (Unc)
Feasible, unheathable, the thing that ever did it (Did it)
Incredible E. Jerome, you pitch it, I'm a hit it (Hit it)
One of my youngsters got popped with a thumper (Thumper)
They tryna him, they talking football numbers (Football numbers)
They tryna him, it's murk in the Ave (In the Ave)
Take one of mine, I'm take 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, at my fame (Look at my fame)
Look at you guys, look at my eyes, at my cane (Look at my cane)

[Hook: 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)
everything, all in Heat Cherry (Yeah)
So chrome under the hood, straight scary
Get my grown man on, Sacramento
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 me, I'm year one flawless (One flawless)
The law just, pull up me, give me the thumbs up
I turn the up like "That's what up"
Hah, studio tone,
Got us mobbed out, like magazine (Like magazine)
I wanna roll 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 a thing to put your head on a slab

[Verse 3:
Sick of turfs scorchers, smoking hot like a broken
Me and my Filipinos, and Cholos
... 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
They his body in the streets for twelve hours
vigils, sidewalk funerals and flowers, oooh
These youngsters listening, they disrespecting me
no OG's to holler at, no one to detonate, oooh
... Chemical babies, the parents smoking
Plus they aint never had a chance to know God (To God)
In my days, I was in the church
Momma did what she could to keep us off the turf (Keep us off the turf)
... But it aint no one to (But)
But and Regan and rock cocaine

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