Luyện nghe bài hát Block of Rock

(intro)

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

Chorus: [dope artists]

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

For homeboy, for years....

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

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

(chorus 4x)

Guess who's back the pen,
Out to win, gin with my kin folk,
the grin on my face when I come through
If you down with these g's motherfuck you
Cause there's a up struggle in my barrio,
Second ward high on the patio,
And I'm wet I'm a threat to a rival set,
I get respect I step with my new tek,
Don't sweat I check daily,
On the regular 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 something you don't about
tricks on my dick twenty-four seven,
Treat them like a bitch, and still got them begging.
it real for my people, I fear no evil
Staying high I die flying like a eagle

(chorus x4)

You're talking about life with a pistol
But a hoe living life clean as a whistle
My missles, oh they do body dimples,
Attack your staff like a pack full of pitbulls.
You simple, I'm complex,
And coming on next, oh a wild guess,
The park mex,
Spark blow smoke in the darkness,
You don't wanna start with the heartless,
I be the smartest, hottest, artist.
My gm shine brighter the golden arches,
Shooting star yes, ol trick no blow
Before they kick door, then coke,
to the top,
Tellin thug tales of love spells,
and drug sales, some fell,
In it's most,
So a to my niggas who died in the smoke.

(chorus 8x)

(outro)

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