Luyện nghe bài hát Block of Rock

(intro)

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

Chorus: [dope house

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

For homeboy, for years....

[baby
Now if you wanna battle me then on,
I'm blowed 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 g's from the southeast will leave you haters trying to get up
You'll definitely get with if your bitch ass has a death wish,
And on grave I tag
It's the motherfucking 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 paper

[baby
(now) now why do these wanna plex
Why do they wanna be mess
Get the fuck out my is what I suggest
I really don't think that you wanna test this mex
Coming straight out the south side of that tex,
So if something you gotta get off your chest,
It's best that you express it.
hard enough for a messican,
So I don't 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 plex and take

(chorus 4x)

Guess who's from the pen,
Out to win, sipping gin my kin folk,
Gots the grin on my face when I through
If you ain't with these g's motherfuck you
Cause there's a straight up 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 to your lady,
On the creeping on the lowride,
In the middle of the night no lights,
In the four-five, chilling at the house
is something you don't know about
Little on my dick twenty-four seven,
them 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 about life with a pistol
But a hoe living life clean as a whistle
My missles, oh do leave body dimples,
Attack your whole staff like a pack of pitbulls.
You simple, I'm complex,
And coming on next, oh a wild guess,
The park mex,
sess blow smoke in the darkness,
You don't wanna mess with the heartless,
I be the smartest, hottest, artist.
My gm shine than the golden arches,
Shooting yes, ol trick no blow indo
they kick door, then flip coke,
to the top,
Tellin thug of wicked love spells,
and drug 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.