Luyện nghe bài hát Block of Rock

(intro)

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

Chorus: [dope artists]

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

For homeboy, for years....

beesh]
Now if you wanna me then it's on,
I'm blowed while I'm creeping up out my tek so now you gone.
You have tried that set up now you ass is getting wet up,
'cause real g's from the will leave you haters trying to get up
You'll definitely get with if your bitch ass has a death wish,
And on your I tag
It's the rick that you don't mess with
So let me keep stressing that
To all y'all players and haters
keep watching y'all back
And y'all players keep creeping and stacking that

[baby
(now) now why do these wanna plex
Why do they wanna be mess
Get the fuck out my face is I suggest
Cause I don't think that you wanna test this mex
Coming straight out the south east side of tex,
So if there's you gotta get off your chest,
It's best that you express it.
hard enough for a messican,
So I really don't need all plexing,
all kinds of player haters out there
So please let me tell you about those.
First you got fraud ass hoes,
Then you got them popo's,
Then you got them fraud ass 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 grin on my when I come through
If you ain't with these g's motherfuck you
Cause there's a straight up in my barrio,
Second getting high 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 hoes daily,
On the regular to your 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 you don't know about
tricks on my dick twenty-four seven,
Treat them a bitch, and still got them hoes begging.
Keep it for my people, I fear no evil
Staying high I die flying like a eagle

(chorus x4)

You're superficial talking about with a pistol
But a hoe living life clean as a whistle
My missles, oh they do body dimples,
Attack your staff like a pack 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 star yes, ol trick no blow
Before kick door, then flip coke,
to the top,
Tellin thug tales of love spells,
and drug sales, some fell,
In fact 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.