Luyện nghe bài hát Slump

From to back street, listen, we on a mission
To get right, street corner in the midnight
Picture the scene, these fiends with
Ten dollar dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, that
I'm wit whateva Wheatstraw
Stuck servin my raw
Drop off the brick, jump back
Twenty over now mo' money to get
Slick, we fin' to lick on corner without gettin caught
But time, keep a sleepin and gettin short
Plus that crooked cop Brock think we blow (fuck him)
That why he ride through the hole with the do'
But I make moves, shake them tricks up out they
Be more when we do things
Cause life is shakin the dice, but I buck back twice
Like five-deuce, fo'-trey,

I'm stressin dirty 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 stressin 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!" we see cops

Shit, and robbers niggas be bound 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 YOU spent
But in the real world you surrounded by these and gents
Who around you cause you be buyin all the weed and all the chicken
everybody, smokin 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 even have a account wasn't thinking about no pension
I to work at Steak 'N' Ale, Old Gold off in the kitchen
Had determination and graduated, now I got the whole rap 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
Gone represent it to the
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 dirty 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!" we see cops

Ay, me and my buddy on the cut and know we serving em slabs
We watch what we doing, and look out for Joe Nab
And quit re-ing up and standing on same old block
Before our gangsta ass partner get 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 improvise and work that little you got
So I think when I finish selling my sack
I'mma take some of this money, go and give some
Cause people won't about the time you gave, knowmsayin?
And thinking bout a path to pave

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