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 hit the right spot
Bang, last night it was a
This a fantasy
when the only fan I had was a fiend
Meet me by the Acura cause the cops
To get from the store camera, they always in my cornea
But it's I've been catching on to they formula
See I'm a loc, my street sign I'll kill fo'
Then rewind my Indo, then my rillo
The bad guy once been a hoes hero
He get zero, I said
Bitch pass the (Uh, yeah)
it feel to be a real nigga? (I'm a product of a real nigga)
La-la (Get confronted by a real nigga)
Fuck one of my real niggas
(It's on like night fall, gotta ball)
How'd it feel to be a nigga?
(It's on like night fall, summertime ball)
How'd it feel to be a real nigga (My life I've been a real 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 to be a real nigga?

I jumped off my ass
Hit the lick and barely pass but I quickly got to
2012 ain't happen
So I it's back to trapping, eyes open night to morning
Had in my cereal
My stole 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 clock (Boom)

Find a nigga realer than me, my stink
Eat so much pussy that my mustache
Strapping, my pants seam, no for a belt
lean help, hoodie on backwards with the eyes cut out
My hate felt, my .45 elder, poetry's
I never fail ya, Schoolboy flame
Orange-yellow, higher than
Since a young 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 or sucking dick
Sell his kids and chop his and sealing his lips
he don't want the feds arresting his fix, didn't take much
To get me convinced, coincidence that I fucking with work
Unless we rewind and answer my
Times harder than my dick on a growth spurt
Around the same time all you was on purp
My sober ass was snatching her purse, the ice cream truck freeze
Give me the keys, extra Frito's, and cheese
Thew Baby Lucas in his eyes before I leave
The cops'll never get the leak, taught me well
And my gun was the accessories, 211 sipping plus a robbery
This little went to market, this little Piggy carry chrome

I jumped off my ass
Hit the lick and pass but I quickly got to balling
2012 really happen
So I guess it's to trapping, eyes open night to morning
Had in my cereal
My uncle 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 familia (Boom)

Grandma said she me, I told her I loved her more
She always got me things we couldn't afford
The new J's and Tommy Hill in my
Sega Genesis, 64, see Golden Eye was away at war
We thinking of getting money then
Nor did I wonder why my uncle done his Benz
'Cause he tripping now, he sweats a lot and slimming down
I also notice be locking doors when he around
But anyways, his wife done left him and now he with us
My bike is missing, grandma light a hotter every month
My uncle's nuts, he used to give me Whisky to piss in
Knocking on the door telling me to hurry up, he in a
I gave it to him then got my ass for doing it
Moms used to me like "Nigga, know who you dealing with"
was the good days 'til I was raised the older ways
Rat-Tone my niggas' showed me my first K
I was amazed, me and Floyd was in the back, he us over like "Hey"
Yak, yak, yak, yak! We "Damn, nigga"
again, yak, yak! We like "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 that page
Gangbanging was a and grandma would help
She should've never left her gun on the
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
2012 ain't really
So I guess it's to trapping, eyes open night to morning
Had in my cereal
My stole 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 familia (Boom)