Luyện nghe bài hát Slump

From front to street, listen, we on a mission
To get right, workin corner in the midnight
the scene, these fiends with fire
Ten dollar dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, believe
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 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 through the hole with the do' swangin
But I make moves, them tricks up out they shoestrings
Be more precise when we do
Cause life is like shakin the dice, but I back twice
five-deuce, fo'-trey, okay

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

Shit, cops and robbers niggas be bound to get them and cents
They get in a slump like baseball players when they on they rent
Anything you ain't knowin how much 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
Feedin everybody, 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 have a checking 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 whole rap world
I wanted a piece of the pie for me and my family so I it
Continue to sell dope, it's the bills so you gon' do it
But got this new policy, three strikes and you're ruined
Now where crew at? Yeah

I'm stressin 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!" 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

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 standing on this old block
our gangsta ass partner get both of us shot
Niggas cause they making some flow
But still did nothing that ain't been done before
You can't be trying to showcase, just put it down for spot
And and work with that little you got
So I think when I finish my last sack
I'mma take some of 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 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 strictly stressin dirty
Gone represent it to the
and bred up on the street top
Get to the money and the spot
And hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops