Luyện nghe bài hát Block of Rock

(intro)

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

Chorus: house artists]

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

For homeboy, for years....

[baby
Now if you battle me then it's on,
I'm blowed 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 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 and y'all haters
Haters keep y'all back
And y'all players keep creeping and that paper

[baby
(now) now why do these haters plex
Why do wanna be starting mess
Get the fuck out my face is I suggest
I really don't think that you wanna test this mex
Coming straight out the south east of that tex,
So if there's something you 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 wait let me you about those.
you got them fraud ass hoes,
Then you got fraud popo's,
Then you got them fraud ass in the street
Who just wanna plex and take

(chorus 4x)

Guess who's from the pen,
Out to win, sipping gin my kin folk,
Gots the grin on my when I come through
If you down with these g's motherfuck you
Cause there's a straight up in my barrio,
Second ward high on the patio,
And I'm wet I'm a threat to a rival set,
I get respect when I step my new tek,
Don't I check hoes 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 house
Low-g is something you don't know
tricks on my dick twenty-four seven,
Treat them like a bitch, and got them hoes begging.
Keep it real for my people, I no evil
high till I die flying like a eagle

(chorus x4)

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