Luyện nghe bài hát Hoover Street

I got that work, fuck Labor Day, bought a gun
Fuck in, throwing rocks, no hopscotch
Bet my 9 milli hit the right
Bang, night it was a dream
This morning a
Back when the fan I had was a fiend
Meet me by the Acura cause the like
To get help from the camera, they always in my cornea
But it's cool I've been catching on to formula
See I'm a real loc, my street sign kill fo'
Then rewind my Indo, then unroll my
The bad guy never once been a hoes
He get zero, I nada
Bitch the cama (Uh, yeah)
How'd it feel to be a real nigga? (I'm a product of a nigga)
La-la familia (Get by a real nigga)
with one of my real niggas
(It's on night fall, summertime gotta ball)
How'd it feel to be a real
(It's on like night fall, gotta ball)
it feel to be a real nigga (My whole life I've been a real nigga)
La-la (Get confronted by a real nigga)
Fuck with one of my niggas
(It's on like night fall, gotta ball)
How'd it feel to be a real

I jumped off my ass
Hit the lick and barely but I quickly got to balling
2012 really happen
So I guess back to trapping, eyes open night to morning
Had in my cereal
My stole my stereo, my grandma can't control him

But, last one of us had a pistol in the room, nigga
But, click-clack, (Boom, nigga)
But, Glock clock familia (Boom)

Find a nigga realer than me, my socks
Eat so much that my mustache pink
Strapping, my pants seam, no need for a
Gangsta lean help, on backwards with the eyes cut out
My felt, my .45 elder, poetry's deep
I never fail ya, Schoolboy flame
Orange-yellow, higher than
Since a young nigga I the crack sellers, seen my uncle steal
From his mother, now that's the that I'm talking 'bout
about it, the smoker ain't got shit and everyday he still get a hit
Whether radio's or sucking dick
his kids and chop his wrists and sealing his lips
'Cause he don't want the feds his fix, didn't take much
To get me convinced, coincidence that I ain't fucking with
Unless we and answer my church
getting harder than my dick on a growth spurt
Around the same all you niggas was on purp
My sober ass was her purse, make the ice cream truck freeze
Give me the keys, extra Frito's, and cheese
Thew some Baby Lucas in his eyes before I
The cops'll never get the leak, taught me well
And my uncle gun was the accessories, 211 sipping a robbery
This little Piggy went to market, this little Piggy chrome

I jumped off my ass
Hit the and barely pass but I quickly got to balling
2012 really happen
So I guess it's back to trapping, eyes open night to
Had roaches in my
My uncle my stereo, my grandma can't control him

But, every last one of us had a pistol in the room,
But, click-clack, (Boom, nigga)
But, meet Glock familia (Boom)

Grandma said she loved me, I told her I her more
She always got me things that we afford
The new J's and Hill in my drawers
Sega Genesis, Nintendo 64, see Golden Eye was at war
We wasn't thinking of money then
Nor did I wonder why my uncle sold his Benz
'Cause he been tripping now, he sweats a lot and down
I notice moms be locking doors when he around
But anyways, his wife left him and now he living with us
My is missing, grandma light a hotter chick every month
My uncle's nuts, he used to give me to piss in cups
Knocking on the telling me to hurry up, he in a rush
I gave it to him then got my ass whipped for it
Moms used to tell me "Nigga, know who you dealing with"
Them was the good days 'til I was raised the ways
Rat-Tone my niggas' brother showed me my K
I was amazed, me and was in the back, he called us over like "Hey"
Yak, yak, yak, yak! We "Damn, nigga"
Then again, yak, yak! We "Damn, nigga"
Hearing him say 'cause us to a fan, nigga
on he got locked so know we're taking his fades
Continue the from his life, we flipping that page
Gangbanging was a ritual and grandma help
She should've never left her gun on the
little Piggy went to market, this little Piggy carry chrome

I done off my ass
Hit the lick and barely pass but I got to balling
ain't really happen
So I it's back to trapping, eyes open night to morning
Had in my cereal
My uncle stole my stereo, my can't control him

But, every one of us had a pistol in the room, nigga
But, click-clack, (Boom, nigga)
But, Glock clock familia (Boom)