Luyện nghe bài hát Hoover Street

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

I jumped off my ass
Hit the lick and pass 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 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, meet Glock clock (Boom)

Find a nigga realer than me, my stink
Eat so much pussy my mustache pink
Strapping, my seam, no need for a belt
Gangsta lean help, hoodie on with the eyes cut out
My hate felt, my .45 elder, poetry's
I fail ya, Schoolboy bust flame
Orange-yellow, higher Margiela's
Since a nigga I admired the crack sellers, seen my uncle steal
From his mother, now that's the that I'm talking 'bout
Think about it, the smoker got shit and everyday he still get a hit
jacking radio's or sucking dick
Sell his kids and his wrists and sealing his lips
'Cause he don't want the feds arresting his fix, didn't much
To get me convinced, coincidence that I ain't fucking work
we rewind and answer my church
Times harder than my dick on a growth spurt
Around the same all you niggas was on purp
My sober ass was snatching her purse, the ice cream truck freeze
Give me the keys, extra Frito's, chili and
Thew some Baby in his eyes before I leave
The cops'll get the leak, grandma 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 lick and barely pass but I quickly got to
ain't really happen
So I guess it's back to trapping, eyes open to morning
Had in my cereal
My uncle 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)

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

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

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