Luyện nghe bài hát Block of Rock

(intro)

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

Chorus: [dope house

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

For homeboy, for years....

beesh]
Now if you wanna battle me then on,
I'm while 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 leave you haters to get up
You'll get dealt with if your bitch ass has a death wish,
And on your I tag
It's the motherfucking rick that you don't mess
So let me keep that lesson
To all y'all and y'all haters
keep watching y'all back
And players keep creeping and stacking that paper

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

(chorus 4x)

Guess who's back the pen,
Out to win, gin with my kin folk,
Gots the on my face when I come through
If you ain't down with g's motherfuck you
Cause there's a up struggle 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 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, at the dope house
Low-g is something you know about
Little tricks on my twenty-four seven,
Treat them like a bitch, and still got hoes begging.
Keep it for my people, I fear no evil
Staying till I die flying like a eagle

(chorus x4)

You're superficial about life with a pistol
But youse a hoe living clean as a whistle
My missles, oh they do leave dimples,
Attack your whole staff like a full of pitbulls.
You simple, I'm complex,
And on next, oh take 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 the golden arches,
Shooting star yes, ol no blow indo
Before kick door, then flip coke,
to the top,
Tellin thug of wicked love spells,
and drug sales, some fell,
In fact 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.