Luyện nghe bài hát Block of Rock

(intro)

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

Chorus: house artists]

For I've been working 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 while I'm creeping up whip out my tek so now you gone.
You have 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 your bitch ass has a wish,
And on your I tag
It's the motherfucking rick that you don't with
So let me stressing that lesson
To all y'all players and y'all
Haters keep y'all back
And y'all keep creeping and stacking that paper

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

(chorus 4x)

Guess who's back the pen,
Out to win, sipping gin my kin folk,
Gots the grin on my when I come through
If you ain't with these g's motherfuck you
there's a straight up struggle in my barrio,
Second ward getting on the patio,
And when I'm wet I'm a threat to a set,
I get respect when I step my new tek,
Don't sweat I check daily,
On the regular talking to lady,
On the cellular on the lowride,
In the middle of the night no lights,
In the four-five, at the dope house
Low-g is something you don't know
Little tricks on my dick seven,
Treat like a bitch, and still got them hoes begging.
Keep it for my people, I fear no evil
Staying high till I die flying like a

(chorus x4)

You're superficial talking about life with a
But youse a hoe living life clean as a
My missles, oh do leave body dimples,
your whole staff like a pack full of pitbulls.
You simple, I'm complex,
And on next, oh take a wild guess,
The south mex,
Spark blow smoke in the darkness,
You don't wanna start with the heartless,
I be the smartest, hottest, artist.
My gm shine than the golden arches,
star yes, ol trick no blow indo
Before they kick door, then coke,
to the top,
Tellin thug of wicked love spells,
and drug sales, some fell,
In it's most,
So a toast to my who died in the smoke.

(chorus 8x)

(outro)

H-town, hustletown, did for y'all, my boy low-g.