Luyện nghe bài hát Hoover Street

I got that work, fuck Labor Day, just a gun
Fuck punching in, rocks, no hopscotch
Bet my 9 milli hit the spot
Bang, last night it was a
morning a fantasy
Back when the only fan I had was a
Meet me by the cause the cops like
To get help the store camera, they always in my cornea
But it's cool I've been on to they formula
See I'm a real loc, my street I'll kill fo'
Then rewind my Indo, then unroll my
The bad guy once been a hoes hero
He get zero, I said
pass the cama (Uh, yeah)
How'd it feel to be a real (I'm a product of a real nigga)
familia (Get confronted by a real nigga)
Fuck with one of my niggas
(It's on like fall, summertime 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 life I've a real nigga)
La-la (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 done off my ass
Hit the and barely pass but I quickly got to balling
2012 really happen
So I guess back to trapping, eyes open night to morning
Had roaches in my
My uncle stole my stereo, my grandma can't him

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

Find a nigga realer me, my socks stink
Eat so much pussy that my mustache
Strapping, my pants seam, no for a belt
Gangsta lean help, hoodie on backwards the eyes cut out
My hate felt, my .45 elder, deep
I never fail ya, bust flame
Orange-yellow, than Margiela's
a young nigga I admired the crack sellers, seen my uncle steal
From his mother, now the money that I'm talking 'bout
Think about it, the smoker ain't got shit and everyday he get a hit
Whether jacking radio's or dick
Sell his kids and chop his wrists and his lips
'Cause he don't the feds arresting his fix, didn't take much
To get me convinced, coincidence that I ain't fucking work
Unless we and answer my church
Times getting harder than my on a growth spurt
Around the same time all you was on purp
My sober ass was snatching her purse, make the ice cream freeze
Give me the keys, extra Frito's, chili and
Thew some Lucas in his eyes before I leave
The cops'll never get the leak, grandma taught me
And my uncle gun was the accessories, 211 sipping plus a
This little Piggy to market, this little Piggy carry chrome

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 uncle my stereo, my grandma can't control him

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

said she loved me, I told her I loved her more
She always got me things that we afford
The new J's and Tommy Hill in my
Genesis, Nintendo 64, see Golden Eye was away at war
We wasn't of getting money then
Nor did I wonder why my uncle done his Benz
'Cause he been tripping now, he sweats a lot and slimming
I also notice be locking doors when he around
But anyways, his wife done left him and now he with us
My is missing, grandma light a hotter chick every month
My uncle's nuts, he to give me Whisky to piss in cups
Knocking on the door telling me to hurry up, he in a
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 'til I was raised the older ways
my niggas' brother showed me my first K
I was amazed, me and Floyd was in the back, he called us over "Hey"
Yak, yak, yak, yak! We "Damn, nigga"
Then again, yak, yak! We "Damn, nigga"
Hearing him say 'cause us to a fan, nigga
Later on he got locked so know we're his fades
Continue the from his life, we flipping that page
was a ritual and grandma would help
She should've never left her gun on the
This Piggy went 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 it's back to trapping, eyes open night to morning
Had roaches in my
My uncle my stereo, my grandma can't control him

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