Luyện nghe bài hát Block of Rock

(intro)

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

Chorus: [dope artists]

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

For homeboy, for years....

[baby
Now if you wanna battle me it's on,
I'm blowed I'm creeping up whip out my tek so now you gone.
You shouldn't tried that set up now you ass is getting wet up,
'cause real g's from the southeast will leave you haters 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 rick that you mess with
So let me keep stressing lesson
To all y'all players and haters
Haters keep y'all back
And y'all players creeping and stacking that paper

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

(chorus 4x)

Guess who's from the pen,
Out to win, gin with my kin folk,
Gots the grin on my face when I come
If you down with these g's motherfuck you
Cause there's a 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 hoes daily,
On the talking to your lady,
On the cellular on the lowride,
In the middle of the night no lights,
In the four-five, chilling at the dope
Low-g is you don't know about
Little tricks on my twenty-four seven,
Treat them like a bitch, and still got hoes begging.
it real for my people, I fear no evil
Staying high till I die flying like a

(chorus x4)

You're superficial talking about life a pistol
But youse a hoe living life as a whistle
My missles, oh they do body dimples,
Attack your whole like a pack full of pitbulls.
You simple, I'm complex,
And coming on next, oh a wild guess,
The park mex,
Spark 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,
Shooting yes, ol trick no blow indo
Before they door, then flip coke,
to the top,
Tellin thug tales of wicked spells,
Hoes and drug sales, 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.