Luyện nghe bài hát Block of Rock

(intro)

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

Chorus: house artists]

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

For homeboy, for years....

beesh]
Now if you wanna battle me then 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,
'cause g's from the southeast will leave you haters trying to get up
You'll definitely get dealt if your bitch ass has a death wish,
And on your I tag
It's the motherfucking that you don't mess with
So let me keep that lesson
To all players and y'all haters
Haters keep watching y'all
And y'all players creeping and stacking that paper

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

(chorus 4x)

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

(chorus x4)

You're superficial talking about with a pistol
But youse a hoe living 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 coming on next, oh a wild guess,
The south mex,
Spark sess blow 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 no blow indo
Before they door, then flip coke,
to the top,
Tellin thug tales of wicked spells,
Hoes and 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.