Luyện nghe bài hát Block of Rock

(intro)

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

[dope house artists]

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

For homeboy, for years....

beesh]
Now if you battle me then it's on,
I'm while 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 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 rick you don't mess with
So let me keep that lesson
To all y'all players and haters
Haters keep watching y'all
And y'all keep creeping and stacking that paper

[baby
(now) now why do these haters plex
Why do they be starting mess
Get the fuck out my is what I suggest
I really don't think that you wanna test this mex
Coming straight out the south east side of tex,
So if something you gotta get off your chest,
best that you don't express it.
It's enough for a messican,
So I really don't need all 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,
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,
Gots the grin on my face when I come
If you down with these g's motherfuck you
Cause a straight up struggle in my barrio,
ward getting high on the patio,
And when I'm wet I'm a threat to a set,
I get respect I step with my new tek,
Don't I check hoes daily,
On the talking to your lady,
On the creeping on the lowride,
In the middle of the with no lights,
In the four-five, chilling at the dope
Low-g is something you don't about
Little on my dick twenty-four seven,
Treat like a bitch, and still got them hoes begging.
it real for my people, I fear no evil
Staying till I die flying like a eagle

(chorus x4)

You're superficial talking about with a pistol
But youse a hoe living life clean as a
My missles, oh do leave 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,
sess blow smoke in the darkness,
You don't wanna start with the heartless,
I be the smartest, hottest, artist.
My gm shine brighter than the 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 fact 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.