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

I jumped off my ass
Hit the lick and barely but I quickly got to balling
2012 ain't really
So I guess it's back to trapping, 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, Glock clock familia (Boom)

a nigga realer than me, my socks stink
Eat so much that my mustache pink
Strapping, my pants seam, no need for a
Gangsta lean help, hoodie on backwards the eyes cut out
My hate felt, my .45 elder, poetry's
I never ya, Schoolboy bust flame
Orange-yellow, higher Margiela's
Since a young nigga I admired the crack sellers, seen my steal
From his mother, now that's the money I'm talking 'bout
Think about it, the ain't got shit and everyday he still get a hit
Whether jacking or sucking dick
Sell his kids and his wrists and sealing his lips
'Cause he want 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
getting harder than my dick on a growth spurt
Around the same time all you was on purp
My sober ass was snatching her purse, make the ice truck freeze
me the keys, extra Frito's, chili and cheese
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 plus a
little Piggy went to market, this little Piggy carry chrome

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

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

Grandma said she loved me, I told her I loved her
She got me things that we couldn't afford
The new J's and Hill in my drawers
Sega Genesis, 64, see Golden Eye was away at war
We wasn't thinking of 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 moms be locking when he around
But anyways, his wife done left him and now he with us
My bike is missing, grandma a hotter chick every month
My uncle's nuts, he used to give me Whisky to piss in
Knocking on the door me to hurry up, he in a rush
I gave it to him then got my ass for doing it
Moms used to tell me like "Nigga, know who you with"
was the good days 'til I was raised the older ways
Rat-Tone my niggas' brother showed me my K
I was amazed, me and Floyd was in the back, he us over like "Hey"
Yak, yak, yak, yak! We "Damn, nigga"
Then again, yak, yak! We "Damn, nigga"
Hearing him say turned us to a fan, nigga
Later on he got locked so know we're taking his
Continue the chapter his life, we flipping that page
was a ritual and grandma would help
She should've left her gun on the shelf
This little went to market, this little Piggy carry chrome

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