Luyện nghe bài hát Slump

From to back street, listen, we on a mission
To get right, street corner in the midnight
the scene, these fiends with fire
Ten dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, believe that
I'm wit whateva like
Stuck my cocaine raw
Drop sixty-two off the brick, back
Twenty over now mo' money to get
Slick, we fin' to lick on this corner gettin caught
But time, keep a sleepin and gettin short
Plus that crooked cop Brock think we slangin (fuck him)
That why he through the hole 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 represent it to the
and bred 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 hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops

Shit, cops and robbers niggas be to get them dollars and cents
They get in a slump like baseball players when short on they rent
Anything goin you ain't knowin how much money YOU
But in the real world you surrounded by ladies and gents
Who hang around you you be buyin all the weed and all the chicken
Feedin everybody, em out
you was broke though they was missin
Now you ridin fo' deep, startin to tear up your suspension
And your mamma on child support, my fault, forget to mention
You don't even a checking account wasn't thinking about no pension
I used to work at Steak 'N' Ale, Old Gold off in the
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 dope, it's payin the bills so you gon' do it
But legislation got this new policy, three strikes and ruined
Now where crew at? Yeah

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

Ay, me and my buddy on the cut and they know we em slabs
We better what we doing, and look out for Joe Nab
And quit up and standing on this same old block
Before our ass partner get both of us shot
Niggas talking cause they making flow
But still ain't did that ain't been done before
You be trying to showcase, just put it down for your spot
And improvise and work that little you got
So I think I finish selling my last sack
take some of this money, go and give some back
Cause people won't forget about the you gave, knowmsayin?
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 sweet
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 and the sweet spot
And forever "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops