Luyện nghe bài hát Block of Rock

(intro)

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

Chorus: [dope artists]

For years I've been working on the 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 creeping up out my tek so now you gone.
You shouldn't 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 watching back
And y'all keep creeping and stacking that paper

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

(chorus 4x)

Guess who's from the pen,
Out to win, sipping gin my kin folk,
Gots the 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 getting high on the patio,
And when I'm wet I'm a to a rival set,
I get respect I step with my new tek,
Don't sweat I hoes daily,
On the regular to your lady,
On the cellular on the lowride,
In the middle of the with no lights,
In the four-five, chilling at the dope
is something you don't know about
Little on my dick twenty-four seven,
Treat them like a bitch, and still got them begging.
Keep it real for my people, I no evil
Staying high till I die flying a eagle

(chorus x4)

You're superficial talking about life with a
But a hoe living life clean as a whistle
My missles, oh they do leave dimples,
Attack your whole staff like a pack of pitbulls.
You simple, I'm complex,
And on next, oh take a wild guess,
The south mex,
Spark sess blow in the darkness,
You don't wanna mess with the heartless,
I be the smartest, hottest, artist.
My gm brighter than the golden arches,
Shooting star yes, ol no blow indo
Before they kick door, then coke,
to the top,
Tellin thug tales of wicked 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.