Luyện nghe bài hát Block of Rock

(intro)

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

Chorus: [dope artists]

For years 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 wanna battle me it's on,
I'm blowed I'm creeping up whip out my tek so now you gone.
You shouldn't have tried that set up now you ass is wet up,
'cause real g's from the southeast will you haters trying to get up
You'll definitely get with if your bitch ass has a death wish,
And on grave I tag
the motherfucking rick that you don't mess with
So let me keep stressing that
To all players and y'all haters
Haters keep y'all back
And y'all players keep creeping and that paper

[baby
(now) now why do haters wanna plex
Why do they wanna be mess
Get the fuck out my is what I suggest
Cause I really don't think that you test this mex
Coming out the south east side of that tex,
So if something you gotta get off your chest,
It's best you don't express it.
It's hard for a messican,
So I don't need all that plexing,
There's all of player haters out there
So please wait let me you about those.
First you got them ass hoes,
you got them fraud popo's,
Then you got fraud ass niggas in the street
Who just wanna plex and yours

(chorus 4x)

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

(chorus x4)

You're superficial talking about with a pistol
But youse a hoe living clean 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 south mex,
Spark blow smoke in the darkness,
You don't wanna start mess the heartless,
I be the smartest, hottest, artist.
My gm shine brighter the golden arches,
Shooting star yes, ol trick no blow
they kick door, then flip coke,
to the top,
Tellin thug tales of wicked spells,
Hoes and 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.