Luyện nghe bài hát Block of Rock

(intro)

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

Chorus: [dope house

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

For homeboy, for years....

[baby
Now if you wanna me then it's on,
I'm blowed while I'm up whip 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 with if your bitch ass has a wish,
And on your I tag
It's the motherfucking rick that you mess with
So let me keep stressing lesson
To all players and y'all haters
Haters keep watching y'all
And y'all players keep and stacking that paper

bash]
(now) now why do these haters wanna
Why do they wanna be starting
Get the fuck out my face is I suggest
Cause I really don't think that you test this mex
Coming straight out the south side of that tex,
So if there's you gotta get off your chest,
It's best you don't express it.
It's enough for a messican,
So I really don't all that plexing,
There's all kinds of player haters out
So please wait let me you about those.
First you got them ass hoes,
Then you got them 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, gin with my kin folk,
the grin on my face when I come through
If you ain't down with these g's you
there's a straight up struggle in my barrio,
Second ward getting on the patio,
And when I'm wet I'm a to a rival set,
I get respect when I step my new tek,
Don't sweat I 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
is something you don't know about
Little on my dick twenty-four seven,
Treat them like a bitch, and got them hoes begging.
Keep it for my people, I fear no evil
Staying high till I die flying a eagle

(chorus x4)

You're talking about life with a pistol
But a hoe living 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 on next, oh take a wild guess,
The park mex,
Spark 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 yes, ol trick no blow indo
Before they kick door, then coke,
to the top,
Tellin tales of wicked love spells,
and drug sales, some fell,
In it's most,
So a to my niggas who died in the smoke.

(chorus 8x)

(outro)

H-town, hustletown, did for y'all, my boy low-g.