Luyện nghe bài hát Block of Rock

(intro)

Yo, yo, I wanna welcome, welcome everyone to
Are we
Alright do this fellas.

Chorus: [dope artists]

For years I've working on the block of rock,
For years I've been keeping glock on cock. (4x)

For homeboy, for years....

[baby
Now if you wanna battle me it's on,
I'm blowed I'm creeping up whip out my tek so now you gone.
You shouldn't have tried set up now you ass is getting wet up,
'cause real g's from the will leave you haters trying to get up
You'll get dealt with if your bitch ass has a death wish,
And on your I tag
It's the rick that you don't mess with
So let me keep stressing lesson
To all y'all players and haters
Haters keep watching y'all
And players keep creeping and stacking that paper

bash]
(now) now why do these wanna plex
Why do wanna be starting mess
Get the fuck out my face is I suggest
Cause I really don't that you wanna test this mex
Coming out the south east side of that tex,
So if there's something you gotta get off chest,
It's that you don't express it.
It's hard for a messican,
So I don't need all that plexing,
There's all kinds of haters out there
So wait let me tell you about those.
First you got fraud ass hoes,
Then you got fraud popo's,
you got them fraud ass niggas in the street
Who just wanna and take yours

(chorus 4x)

Guess who's back the pen,
Out to win, sipping gin my kin folk,
Gots the grin on my face I come through
If you ain't down with these g's you
Cause a straight up struggle in my barrio,
Second getting high on the patio,
And when I'm wet I'm a threat to a set,
I get respect when I with my new tek,
sweat I check hoes daily,
On the talking to your lady,
On the creeping on the lowride,
In the middle of the with no lights,
In the four-five, chilling at the dope
Low-g is something you know about
Little on my dick twenty-four seven,
them like a bitch, and still got them hoes begging.
Keep it real for my people, I no evil
Staying high I die flying like a eagle

(chorus x4)

You're superficial talking about life with a
But youse a hoe living life as a whistle
My missles, oh they do leave dimples,
Attack your whole staff like a pack of pitbulls.
You simple, I'm complex,
And coming on next, oh take a guess,
The park mex,
sess blow smoke in the darkness,
You don't start mess with the heartless,
I be the smartest, hottest, artist.
My gm shine than the golden arches,
star yes, ol trick no blow indo
Before they kick door, flip coke,
to the top,
Tellin thug tales of love spells,
and drug sales, some fell,
In it's most,
So a toast to my who died in the smoke.

(chorus 8x)

(outro)

H-town, hustletown, did for y'all, my boy low-g.