Luyện nghe bài hát Slump

From front to back street, listen, we on a
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 like Wheatstraw
Stuck servin my raw
Drop off the brick, jump back
Twenty over now that's mo' to get
Slick, we fin' to lick on this corner gettin caught
But time, keep a sleepin and gettin short
Plus that crooked cop think we blow slangin (fuck him)
That why he ride through the hole with the do'
But I make moves, shake them up out they shoestrings
Be more precise when we do
Cause life is like the dice, but I buck back twice
Like five-deuce, fo'-trey,

I'm strictly stressin dirty
Gone 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
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

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

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!" we see cops
I'm strictly stressin dirty
Gone represent it to the
and bred 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 watch what we doing, and out for Joe Nab
And quit re-ing up and standing on this same old
Before our gangsta ass partner get both of us
Niggas talking cause they making 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 improvise and with that little you got
So I think when I finish my last sack
I'mma some of this money, go and give some back
Cause people won't forget about the time you gave,
And thinking bout a path 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!" when we see
I'm strictly stressin dirty
Gone it to the t-top
Born and bred up on the top
Get to the money and the sweet
And forever "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops