Luyện nghe bài hát Slump

From front to street, listen, we on a mission
To get right, workin street corner in the
Picture the scene, these with fire
Ten dollar dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, that
I'm wit whateva Wheatstraw
servin my cocaine raw
Drop off the brick, jump back
Twenty over now that's mo' to get
Slick, we to lick on this corner without gettin caught
But time, keep a sleepin and gettin short
that crooked cop Brock think we blow slangin (fuck him)
That why he ride through the hole the do' swangin
But I make moves, shake them tricks up out shoestrings
Be more precise we do things
Cause life is 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 up on the street top
Get to the money and the spot
And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" we see cops
I'm strictly dirty dirty
represent it to the t-top
Born and bred up on the top
Get to the money and the sweet
And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" we see cops

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

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

Ay, me and my buddy on the cut and they we serving em slabs
We better what we doing, and look out for Joe Nab
And quit re-ing up and standing on same old block
Before our gangsta ass get both of us shot
Niggas talking cause they making some
But still ain't did nothing that ain't been done
You be trying to showcase, just put it down for your spot
And improvise and work with that you got
So I think when I finish selling my sack
I'mma take some of money, go and give some back
Cause won't forget about the time you gave, knowmsayin?
And start thinking bout a to pave

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