Luyện nghe bài hát Hoover Street

I got that work, fuck Labor Day, just a gun
Fuck punching in, throwing rocks, no
Bet my 9 milli hit the right
Bang, last night it was a
This morning a
when the only fan I had was a fiend
Meet me by the cause 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 real loc, my street I'll kill fo'
Then rewind my Indo, then my rillo
The bad guy once been a hoes hero
He get zero, I said
pass the cama (Uh, yeah)
How'd it feel to be a real nigga? (I'm a of 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)
How'd it to be a real nigga?
(It's on like night fall, summertime ball)
How'd it feel to be a nigga (My whole life I've been a real nigga)
La-la familia (Get confronted by a nigga)
with one of my real niggas
(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 really happen
So I guess back to trapping, eyes open night to morning
Had in my cereal
My uncle stole my stereo, my grandma can't 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 pussy that my 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, deep
I never fail ya, bust flame
Orange-yellow, higher than
Since a nigga I admired the crack sellers, seen my uncle steal
From his mother, now the money that I'm talking 'bout
Think it, the smoker ain't got shit and everyday he still get a hit
Whether jacking radio's or dick
his kids and chop his wrists and sealing his lips
'Cause he don't want the feds arresting his fix, didn't take
To get me convinced, that I ain't fucking with work
Unless we and answer my church
Times harder than my dick on a growth spurt
Around the same 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 Baby Lucas in his eyes before I leave
The cops'll never get the leak, grandma taught me
And my uncle gun was the accessories, 211 sipping a robbery
This little Piggy went to market, this little carry chrome

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, eyes open to morning
Had roaches in my
My uncle my stereo, my grandma can't 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 always got me that we couldn't afford
The new J's and Tommy in my drawers
Genesis, Nintendo 64, see Golden Eye was away at war
We wasn't of getting money then
Nor did I wonder why my uncle done his Benz
'Cause he been tripping now, he a lot and slimming down
I notice moms be locking doors when he around
But anyways, his wife done him and now he living with us
My bike is missing, grandma light a hotter chick month
My uncle's nuts, he to give me Whisky to piss in cups
Knocking on the door telling me to up, he in a rush
I gave it to him got my ass whipped for doing it
Moms used to me like "Nigga, know who you dealing with"
Them was the days 'til I was raised the older ways
Rat-Tone my niggas' showed me my first 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 us to a fan, nigga
Later on he got locked so know taking his fades
Continue the from his life, we flipping that page
Gangbanging was a ritual and grandma help
She never left her gun on the shelf
This little Piggy to market, this little Piggy carry 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 back to trapping, eyes open to morning
Had in my cereal
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, meet Glock familia (Boom)