Luyện nghe bài hát Block of Rock

(intro)

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

Chorus: house artists]

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

For homeboy, for years....

[baby
Now if you wanna battle me then 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 the southeast will leave you haters trying to get up
definitely get dealt with if your bitch ass has a death wish,
And on grave I tag
It's the motherfucking rick that you mess with
So let me keep stressing lesson
To all y'all players and y'all
Haters watching y'all back
And players keep 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 wanna this mex
Coming straight out the south east 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 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 them ass hoes,
Then you got fraud popo's,
Then you got them ass niggas in the street
Who just wanna plex and take

(chorus 4x)

Guess back from the pen,
Out to win, sipping gin my kin folk,
the grin on my face when I come through
If you down with these g's motherfuck you
Cause a straight up struggle in my barrio,
Second getting high 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 to your lady,
On the creeping on the lowride,
In the of the night with no lights,
In the four-five, at the dope house
Low-g is you don't know about
Little on my dick twenty-four seven,
Treat like a bitch, and still got them hoes begging.
Keep it for my people, I fear no evil
Staying high till I die flying like a

(chorus x4)

You're superficial talking about life a pistol
But a hoe living life clean as a whistle
My missles, oh do leave body dimples,
Attack your whole staff like a pack of pitbulls.
You simple, I'm complex,
And coming on next, oh a wild 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 shine brighter than the arches,
star yes, ol trick no blow indo
Before they door, then flip coke,
to the top,
Tellin thug of wicked love spells,
and drug sales, some 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.