Luyện nghe bài hát Slump

From to back 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, believe
I'm wit whateva Wheatstraw
Stuck servin my raw
Drop off the brick, jump back
over now that's mo' money to get
Slick, we fin' to lick on this corner without gettin
But time, keep a sleepin and gettin short
Plus that crooked cop Brock we blow slangin (fuck him)
That why he through the hole with the do' swangin
But I make moves, shake tricks up out they shoestrings
Be more when we do things
life is like shakin the dice, but I buck back twice
Like five-deuce, fo'-trey,

I'm strictly stressin dirty
Gone represent it to the
Born and up on the street top
Get to the money and the sweet
And hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops
I'm strictly 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!" when we see

Shit, cops and robbers niggas be bound to get them and cents
They get in a slump like baseball players when short on they rent
Anything goin you ain't knowin how money YOU spent
But in the real world you surrounded by these ladies and
Who around you cause you be buyin all the weed and all the chicken
everybody, smokin em out
When you was broke though was missin
Now you ridin bout fo' deep, to tear up your suspension
And your baby on child support, my fault, forget to mention
You don't even have a checking 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 of the pie for me and my family so I made it
Continue to sell dope, it's the bills so you gon' do it
But legislation got new policy, three strikes and you're ruined
Now your crew at? Yeah

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

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

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