Luyện nghe bài hát Block of Rock

(intro)

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

[dope house artists]

For years I've been on the block of rock,
For years I've been keeping glock 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 tried that set up now you ass is getting wet up,
'cause real g's from the 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 rick that you don't mess with
So let me keep stressing lesson
To all y'all players and y'all
Haters keep watching back
And y'all players keep creeping and stacking paper

bash]
(now) now why do these wanna plex
Why do they wanna be starting
Get the fuck out my is what I suggest
I really 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 that you don't express it.
It's hard for a messican,
So I really don't all that plexing,
There's all of player haters out there
So please wait let me tell you those.
First you got fraud ass hoes,
you got them fraud popo's,
Then you got them fraud ass niggas in the
Who just plex and take yours

(chorus 4x)

Guess back from the pen,
Out to win, sipping gin 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,
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 sweat I check daily,
On the regular talking to lady,
On the cellular on the lowride,
In the middle of the night no lights,
In the four-five, chilling at the dope
Low-g is something you don't know
Little tricks on my 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 like a eagle

(chorus x4)

You're talking about life with a pistol
But youse a hoe life clean as a whistle
My missles, oh they do body dimples,
Attack your staff like a pack full of pitbulls.
You simple, I'm complex,
And coming on next, oh take a guess,
The south mex,
Spark blow smoke in the darkness,
You don't start 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 kick door, then flip coke,
to the top,
Tellin thug tales of wicked 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.