Luyện nghe bài hát Block of Rock

(intro)

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

Chorus: [dope house

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

For homeboy, for years....

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

bash]
(now) now why do haters wanna plex
Why do they wanna be mess
Get the fuck out my face is what I
Cause I really don't think that you wanna test mex
Coming straight out the south east of that tex,
So if there's something you gotta get off chest,
It's best that you don't it.
hard enough for a messican,
So I really need all that plexing,
There's all kinds of player haters out
So wait 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 and take yours

(chorus 4x)

Guess back from the pen,
Out to win, sipping gin my kin folk,
Gots the on my face when I come through
If you ain't with these g's motherfuck you
Cause there's a up struggle in my barrio,
ward getting high on the patio,
And when I'm wet I'm a to a rival set,
I get when 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
Low-g is something you don't about
Little tricks on my twenty-four seven,
Treat like a bitch, and still got them hoes begging.
it real for my people, I fear no evil
Staying high till I die 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 leave dimples,
Attack your whole staff like a full of pitbulls.
You simple, I'm complex,
And coming on next, oh a wild guess,
The south mex,
sess blow smoke in the darkness,
You don't wanna start with the heartless,
I be the smartest, hottest, artist.
My gm shine brighter than the arches,
star yes, ol trick no blow indo
Before they door, then flip coke,
to the top,
Tellin tales of wicked love spells,
Hoes and sales, some 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.