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

For homeboy, for years....

beesh]
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 shouldn't have tried that set up now you ass is 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 that you don't mess with
So let me keep stressing that
To all y'all and y'all haters
Haters watching y'all back
And y'all players keep creeping and stacking that

bash]
(now) now why do these wanna plex
Why do they be starting mess
Get the out my face is what 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 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 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 from the pen,
Out to win, sipping gin my kin folk,
Gots the grin on my face I come through
If you down with these g's motherfuck you
Cause there's a straight up in my barrio,
ward 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 I check hoes daily,
On the talking to your lady,
On the creeping on the lowride,
In the of the night with no lights,
In the four-five, chilling at the dope
Low-g is you don't know about
Little tricks on my dick 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 about life with a pistol
But youse a hoe living clean as a whistle
My missles, oh they do body dimples,
Attack your whole staff like a full 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 start mess the heartless,
I be the smartest, hottest, artist.
My gm shine brighter the golden arches,
Shooting yes, ol trick no blow indo
Before they kick door, flip coke,
to the top,
Tellin tales of wicked love spells,
and drug sales, some fell,
In fact 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.