Luyện nghe bài hát Slump

From front to back street, listen, we on a
To get right, street corner in the midnight
the scene, these fiends with fire
Ten dollar dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, believe
I'm wit like Wheatstraw
Stuck my cocaine raw
sixty-two off the brick, jump back
Twenty over now that's mo' to get
Slick, we fin' to lick on 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 with the do'
But I make moves, them tricks up out they shoestrings
Be more when we do things
Cause life is like shakin the dice, but I buck back
five-deuce, fo'-trey, okay

I'm strictly stressin 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!" when we see
I'm strictly dirty 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

Shit, cops and niggas be bound to get them dollars and cents
They get in a slump like baseball players when they short on they
Anything goin you ain't knowin how money YOU spent
But in the real you surrounded by these ladies and gents
Who hang you cause you be buyin all the weed and all the chicken
Feedin everybody, em out
you was broke though they was missin
Now you ridin bout fo' deep, to tear up your suspension
And your 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 'N' Ale, Old Gold off in the kitchen
Had and graduated, now I got the whole rap world fascinated
I a piece of the pie for me and my family so I made it
Continue to sell dope, 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 it to the t-top
Born and bred up on the top
Get to the and the sweet spot
And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" we see cops
I'm strictly dirty dirty
Gone represent it to the
Born and 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 know we serving em
We better what we doing, and look out for Joe Nab
And quit re-ing up and on this same old block
our gangsta ass partner get both of us shot
Niggas talking cause making some flow
But still ain't did nothing that ain't been before
You can't be to showcase, just put it down for your spot
And improvise and work that little you got
So I think when I finish my last sack
I'mma take some of this money, go and give back
Cause people won't forget about the time you gave,
And thinking bout a path to pave

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 forever "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 money and the spot
And forever "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops