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 hit the right spot
Bang, night it was a dream
morning a fantasy
Back the only fan I had was a fiend
Meet me by the Acura the cops like
To get help from the store camera, they in my cornea
But cool 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 never once a hoes hero
He get zero, I nada
Bitch the cama (Uh, yeah)
How'd it feel to be a real nigga? (I'm a of a real nigga)
La-la (Get confronted by a real nigga)
Fuck with one of my real
(It's on night fall, summertime 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 (My whole life I've been a real nigga)
La-la (Get confronted by a real nigga)
Fuck with one of my niggas
(It's on like night fall, gotta ball)
How'd it feel to be a real

I done 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 in my cereal
My uncle stole my stereo, my grandma can't him

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

Find a 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 ya, Schoolboy bust flame
Orange-yellow, higher than
Since a young I admired the crack sellers, seen my uncle steal
From his mother, now that's the money that I'm 'bout
Think about it, the ain't got shit and everyday he still get a hit
Whether jacking radio's or dick
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 that I ain't fucking work
Unless we rewind and my church
Times getting than my dick on a growth spurt
Around the same time all you niggas was on
My ass was snatching her purse, make the ice cream truck freeze
Give me the keys, Frito's, chili and cheese
Thew some Baby Lucas in his before I leave
The cops'll get the leak, grandma taught me well
And my uncle gun was the accessories, 211 plus a robbery
This little went to market, this little Piggy carry chrome

I done off my ass
Hit the lick and barely pass but I got to balling
2012 really happen
So I guess it's back to trapping, eyes open to morning
Had roaches in my
My stole 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 she loved me, I told her I loved her more
She always got me that we couldn't afford
The new J's and Tommy in my drawers
Sega Genesis, Nintendo 64, see Eye was away 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 notice moms be locking doors he around
But anyways, his wife done left him and now he living us
My bike is missing, grandma light a hotter chick every
My uncle's nuts, he used to me Whisky to piss in cups
Knocking on the telling me to hurry up, he in a rush
I gave it to him then got my ass whipped for it
Moms used to tell me like "Nigga, who you dealing with"
Them was the days 'til I was raised the older ways
my niggas' brother showed me my first K
I was amazed, me and Floyd was in the back, he called us over "Hey"
Yak, yak, yak, yak! We "Damn, nigga"
again, yak, yak! We like "Damn, nigga"
Hearing him say 'cause us to a fan, nigga
Later on he got locked so know we're taking his
Continue the chapter from his life, we that page
Gangbanging was a ritual and grandma would
She should've never 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 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 pistol in the room,
But, click-clack, (Boom, nigga)
But, Glock clock familia (Boom)