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, fiends with fire
Ten dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, believe that
I'm wit whateva Wheatstraw
Stuck servin my raw
Drop sixty-two off the brick, jump
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 with the do' swangin
But I make moves, shake them tricks up out they
Be precise 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
Gone it to the t-top
Born and bred up on the top
Get to the and the sweet spot
And hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops
I'm stressin 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

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 much money YOU
But in the real world you surrounded by ladies and gents
Who around you cause you be buyin all the weed and all the chicken
Feedin everybody, em out
When you was broke they was missin
Now you ridin bout fo' deep, to tear up your suspension
And baby mamma on child support, my fault, forget to mention
You don't even have a checking account wasn't thinking about no
I to work at Steak 'N' Ale, Old Gold off in the kitchen
Had determination and graduated, now I got the whole rap world
I wanted a piece of the pie for me and my so I made it
Continue to dope, it's payin the bills so you gon' 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 up on the street top
Get to the money and the spot
And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" we see cops
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

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

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