Luyện nghe bài hát Hoover Street

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

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

But, last one of us had a pistol 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 pussy my mustache pink
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
Since a young nigga I admired the crack sellers, seen my steal
From his mother, now the money that I'm talking 'bout
Think about it, the ain't got shit and everyday he still get a hit
Whether jacking radio's or sucking
Sell his kids and chop his and sealing his lips
'Cause he don't want the feds his fix, didn't take much
To get me convinced, coincidence I ain't fucking with work
we rewind and answer my church
Times getting harder than my dick on a growth
Around the time all you niggas was on purp
My sober ass was snatching her purse, make the ice truck 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 me well
And my uncle gun was the accessories, 211 sipping a robbery
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
ain't really happen
So I guess it's back to trapping, eyes open to morning
Had roaches in my
My uncle stole my stereo, my grandma control him

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

Grandma said she me, I told her I loved her more
She got me things that we couldn't afford
The new J's and Tommy in my drawers
Sega Genesis, Nintendo 64, see Golden Eye was at war
We wasn't thinking of money then
Nor did I wonder why my uncle sold his Benz
'Cause he been tripping now, he sweats a lot and slimming
I also moms 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 chick every month
My uncle's nuts, he used to give me Whisky to in cups
Knocking on the door me to hurry up, he in a rush
I it to him then got my ass whipped for doing it
Moms used to me like "Nigga, know who you dealing with"
Them was the good days 'til I was raised the older
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"
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 should've never left her gun on the
This little Piggy went to market, little Piggy carry chrome

I jumped off my ass
Hit the lick and pass but I quickly got to balling
2012 ain't 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 one of us had a pistol in the room, nigga
But, click-clack, (Boom, nigga)
But, meet Glock clock (Boom)