Luyện nghe bài hát Hoover Street

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

I jumped off my ass
Hit the and barely pass but I quickly got to balling
2012 ain't happen
So I guess it's back to trapping, eyes open night to
Had roaches in my
My uncle 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 familia (Boom)

a nigga realer than me, my socks stink
Eat so pussy that my mustache pink
Strapping, my pants seam, no for a belt
Gangsta lean help, hoodie on backwards the eyes cut out
My felt, my .45 elder, poetry's deep
I never fail ya, Schoolboy flame
Orange-yellow, higher Margiela's
Since a young nigga I the crack sellers, seen my uncle steal
his mother, now that's the money that I'm talking 'bout
Think about it, the smoker ain't got shit and he still get a hit
Whether radio's or sucking dick
his kids and chop his wrists and sealing his lips
'Cause he don't the feds arresting his fix, didn't take much
To get me convinced, that I ain't fucking with work
Unless we rewind and answer my
Times getting 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
Give me the keys, extra Frito's, and cheese
Thew some Baby Lucas in his before I leave
The cops'll never get the leak, grandma me well
And my gun was the accessories, 211 sipping plus a robbery
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
ain't 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 pistol in the room,
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 afford
The new J's and Hill in my drawers
Sega Genesis, Nintendo 64, see Eye was away at war
We thinking of getting money then
Nor did I wonder why my done sold his Benz
'Cause he tripping now, he sweats a lot and slimming down
I notice moms be locking doors when he around
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 used to give me Whisky to piss in
Knocking on the telling 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, who you dealing with"
Them was the good days 'til I was the older ways
my niggas' brother showed 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"
Then again, yak, yak! We "Damn, nigga"
Hearing him say 'cause turned us to a fan,
on he got locked so know we're taking his fades
Continue the chapter his life, we flipping that page
Gangbanging was a ritual and grandma would
She should've never left her gun on the
little Piggy 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 ain't really
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 last one of us had a pistol in the room,
But, click-clack, (Boom, nigga)
But, meet Glock clock (Boom)