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 nina on cock. (4x)

For homeboy, for years....

[baby
Now if you wanna me then it's on,
I'm while I'm creeping up whip out my tek so now you gone.
You shouldn't have tried that set up now you ass is wet up,
'cause real g's the southeast 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 motherfucking rick that you don't mess
So let me keep stressing that
To all y'all and y'all haters
Haters keep watching back
And y'all players keep creeping and stacking that

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

(chorus 4x)

Guess who's back the pen,
Out to win, gin with my kin folk,
Gots the grin on my face when I come
If you ain't down these g's motherfuck you
Cause there's a straight up in my barrio,
Second ward getting on the patio,
And I'm wet I'm a threat to a rival set,
I get respect when I with my new tek,
Don't I check hoes daily,
On the regular talking to lady,
On the cellular on the lowride,
In the of the night with no lights,
In the four-five, chilling at the dope
Low-g is something you don't about
tricks on my dick twenty-four seven,
Treat them like a bitch, and still got hoes begging.
Keep it real for my people, I fear no
Staying till 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 leave dimples,
Attack your whole staff a pack full of pitbulls.
You simple, I'm complex,
And coming on next, oh take a guess,
The south mex,
Spark sess smoke in the darkness,
You don't wanna mess with the heartless,
I be the smartest, hottest, artist.
My gm brighter than the golden arches,
star yes, ol trick no blow indo
Before they kick door, flip coke,
to the top,
Tellin thug of wicked love spells,
Hoes and drug sales, fell,
In fact most,
So a toast to my niggas who in the smoke.

(chorus 8x)

(outro)

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