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 spot
Bang, last it was a dream
This a fantasy
Back when the only fan I had was a
Meet me by the Acura cause the cops
To get from the store camera, they always in my cornea
But it's cool been catching on to they formula
See I'm a real loc, my sign I'll kill fo'
rewind my Indo, then unroll my rillo
The bad guy never once been a hero
He get zero, I nada
Bitch pass the (Uh, yeah)
How'd it feel to be a nigga? (I'm a product of 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
(It's on like night fall, summertime ball)
How'd it feel to be a real nigga (My whole life I've a real nigga)
La-la familia (Get by a real nigga)
Fuck with one of my real
(It's on like fall, summertime gotta ball)
it feel to be a real nigga?

I done off my ass
Hit the and barely pass but I quickly got to balling
2012 ain't really
So I guess back to trapping, eyes open night to morning
Had roaches in my
My uncle stole my stereo, my can't control him

But, every last one of us had a 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 with the eyes cut out
My hate felt, my .45 elder, deep
I never fail ya, Schoolboy flame
Orange-yellow, higher than
Since a young nigga I admired the crack sellers, my uncle steal
From his mother, now that's the money that I'm 'bout
Think it, the smoker ain't got shit and everyday he still get a hit
jacking radio's or sucking dick
Sell his kids and chop his wrists and his lips
he don't want the feds arresting his fix, didn't take much
To get me convinced, coincidence I ain't fucking with work
Unless we rewind and answer my
Times getting harder than my dick on a growth
the same time all you niggas was on purp
My sober ass was snatching her purse, make the ice cream truck
me the keys, extra Frito's, chili and cheese
Thew some Baby Lucas in his eyes before I
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 done off my ass
Hit the lick and barely pass but I quickly got to
2012 really happen
So I guess it's 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 familia (Boom)

Grandma she loved me, I told her I loved her more
She always got me things that we couldn't
The new J's and Tommy Hill in my
Sega Genesis, 64, see Golden Eye was away at war
We wasn't of getting money then
Nor did I wonder why my uncle done sold his
'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 living us
My bike is missing, grandma light a hotter every month
My uncle's nuts, he to give me Whisky to piss in cups
Knocking on the door me to hurry up, he in a rush
I gave it to him got my ass whipped for doing 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 me my first K
I was amazed, me and was in the back, he called 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 his life, we flipping that page
Gangbanging was a ritual and grandma would
She never left her gun on the shelf
This Piggy went to market, this little Piggy carry chrome

I done off my ass
Hit the and barely pass but I quickly got to balling
2012 ain't really
So I it's back to trapping, eyes open night to morning
Had roaches in my
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, Glock clock familia (Boom)