Luyện nghe bài hát Slump

From front to back street, listen, we on a
To get right, street corner in the midnight
Picture the scene, fiends with fire
Ten dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, believe that
I'm wit whateva Wheatstraw
Stuck servin my raw
Drop off the brick, jump back
Twenty over now mo' money to get
Slick, we fin' to lick on this corner gettin caught
But time, keep a sleepin and money short
Plus that crooked cop Brock think we blow (fuck him)
why he ride through the hole with the do' swangin
But I make moves, shake them up out they shoestrings
Be more precise when we do
Cause is like shakin the dice, but I buck back twice
Like five-deuce, fo'-trey,

I'm stressin dirty dirty
Gone it to the t-top
Born and bred up on the top
Get to the money and the sweet
And hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops
I'm strictly stressin dirty
Gone it to the t-top
Born and bred up on the top
Get to the and the sweet spot
And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see

Shit, cops and robbers niggas be bound to get dollars and cents
They get in a slump like players when they short on they rent
Anything goin you ain't how much money YOU spent
But in the real world you surrounded by these ladies and
Who hang around you cause you be buyin all the weed and all the
Feedin everybody, em out
When you was broke though they was
Now you ridin bout fo' deep, startin to tear up suspension
And baby mamma on child support, my fault, forget to mention
You don't even have a checking account wasn't about no pension
I used to work at Steak 'N' Ale, Old Gold off in the
Had determination and graduated, now I got the whole rap world
I a piece of the pie for me and my family so I made it
to sell dope, it's payin the bills so you gon' do it
But got this new policy, three strikes and you're ruined
Now your crew at? Yeah

I'm strictly stressin dirty
represent it to the t-top
Born and up on the street top
Get to the money and the spot
And hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops
I'm strictly stressin dirty
Gone it to the t-top
and bred up on the street top
Get to the and the sweet spot
And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see

Ay, me and my buddy on the cut and they we serving em slabs
We watch what we doing, and look out for Joe Nab
And quit up and standing on this same old block
Before our gangsta ass partner get of us shot
talking cause they making some flow
But still ain't did that ain't been done before
You can't be to showcase, just put it down for your spot
And and work with that little you got
So I think when I finish selling my last
I'mma take some of this money, go and some back
Cause people won't forget about the time you gave,
And start bout a path to pave

I'm strictly stressin dirty
represent it to the t-top
Born and bred up on the top
Get to the money and the spot
And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see
I'm strictly dirty dirty
Gone represent it to the
Born and bred up on the top
Get to the and the sweet spot
And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see