Luyện nghe bài hát Block of Rock

(intro)

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

Chorus: [dope house

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

For homeboy, for years....

[baby
Now if you wanna battle me then on,
I'm blowed while I'm creeping up out my tek so now you gone.
You have tried that 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 bitch ass has a death wish,
And on grave I tag
It's the motherfucking rick that you don't mess
So let me keep stressing lesson
To all y'all players and y'all
Haters keep y'all back
And y'all players creeping and stacking that paper

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

(chorus 4x)

Guess who's back the pen,
Out to win, sipping gin my kin folk,
the grin on my face when I come through
If you ain't down with g's motherfuck you
Cause there's a up struggle in my barrio,
Second getting high on the patio,
And when I'm wet I'm a threat to a set,
I get respect when I step my new tek,
sweat I check hoes daily,
On the regular talking to lady,
On the creeping on the lowride,
In the middle of the with 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 a bitch, and still got them hoes begging.
Keep it real for my people, I fear no
high till I die flying like a eagle

(chorus x4)

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