Luyện nghe bài hát Hoover Street

I got that work, Labor Day, just bought a gun
Fuck punching in, rocks, no hopscotch
Bet my 9 hit the right spot
Bang, night it was a dream
This a fantasy
Back when the only fan I had was a
Meet me by the Acura the cops like
To get help the store camera, they always in my cornea
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 unroll my
The bad guy never once been a hero
He get zero, I said
pass the cama (Uh, yeah)
How'd it feel to be a real (I'm a product of a real nigga)
La-la familia (Get by a real nigga)
Fuck with one of my niggas
(It's on like night fall, summertime ball)
it feel to be a real nigga?
(It's on night fall, summertime gotta ball)
it feel to be a real 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 like fall, summertime gotta ball)
How'd it to be a real nigga?

I done off my ass
Hit the lick and pass but I quickly got to balling
2012 really happen
So I guess it's back to trapping, open night to morning
Had roaches in my
My stole 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, Glock clock familia (Boom)

Find a realer than me, my socks stink
Eat so pussy that my mustache pink
Strapping, my seam, no need for a belt
Gangsta help, hoodie on backwards with the eyes cut out
My hate felt, my .45 elder, poetry's
I never fail ya, Schoolboy bust
Orange-yellow, than Margiela's
Since a young nigga I admired the crack sellers, 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 jacking or sucking dick
Sell his and chop his wrists and sealing his lips
'Cause he don't want the feds arresting his fix, take much
To get me convinced, coincidence I ain't fucking with work
we rewind and answer my church
Times harder than my dick on a growth spurt
Around the time all you niggas was on purp
My sober ass was her purse, make the ice cream truck freeze
Give me the keys, extra Frito's, chili and
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
This little Piggy went to market, 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 to trapping, eyes open night to morning
Had roaches in my
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)

Grandma said she loved me, I told her I loved her
She always got me things we couldn't afford
The new J's and Hill 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 sold his Benz
'Cause he been tripping now, he a lot and slimming down
I also notice be locking doors when he around
But anyways, his wife done left him and now he living us
My bike is missing, grandma a hotter 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 gave it to him then got my ass for doing it
Moms used to tell me like "Nigga, know who you 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 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 so know we're taking his fades
Continue the chapter his life, we flipping that page
was a ritual and grandma would help
She should've never her gun on the shelf
This little Piggy to market, this little Piggy carry chrome

I jumped off my ass
Hit the lick and barely pass but I quickly got to
ain't really happen
So I guess back to trapping, eyes open night 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, Glock clock familia (Boom)