Luyện nghe bài hát Block of Rock

(intro)

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

Chorus: [dope house

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

For homeboy, for years....

beesh]
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 real g's from the southeast will leave you 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 that
To all players and y'all haters
Haters watching y'all back
And y'all players keep creeping and stacking that

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

(chorus 4x)

Guess who's back the pen,
Out to win, sipping gin my kin folk,
Gots the grin on my face when I come
If you down with these g's motherfuck you
there's a straight up struggle 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 step my new tek,
Don't I check hoes daily,
On the regular 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 something you know about
tricks on my dick twenty-four seven,
Treat them like a bitch, and got them 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 with a pistol
But a hoe living life clean as a whistle
My missles, oh they do body dimples,
Attack your whole staff like a pack of pitbulls.
You simple, I'm complex,
And coming on next, oh take a guess,
The south mex,
sess blow smoke in the darkness,
You don't start mess 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 door, then flip coke,
to the top,
Tellin thug tales of 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.