Luyện nghe bài hát Block of Rock

(intro)

Yo, yo, I wanna welcome, everyone to hustletown
Are we
Alright let's do fellas.

[dope house artists]

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

For homeboy, for years....

[baby
Now if you battle me then it's on,
I'm blowed while I'm creeping up out my tek so now you gone.
You shouldn't have tried set up now you ass is getting wet up,
real g's from the southeast will leave you haters trying to get up
You'll definitely get dealt with if your bitch ass has a wish,
And on grave 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

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

(chorus 4x)

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

(chorus x4)

You're superficial talking about with a pistol
But a hoe living life clean as a whistle
My missles, oh do leave body dimples,
your whole staff like a pack full of pitbulls.
You simple, I'm complex,
And on next, oh take a wild guess,
The south mex,
sess blow smoke in the darkness,
You don't wanna mess with the heartless,
I be the smartest, hottest, artist.
My gm shine than the golden arches,
Shooting star yes, ol no blow indo
they kick door, then flip coke,
to the top,
Tellin thug tales of wicked spells,
Hoes and drug sales, 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.