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 dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, believe that
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 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, shake them tricks up out shoestrings
Be more when we do things
Cause life is like shakin the dice, but I back twice
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 money and the sweet
And forever "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops
I'm strictly dirty 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!" when we see

Shit, cops and robbers niggas be to get them dollars and cents
They get in a slump like baseball players they short on they rent
Anything goin you ain't knowin how much money YOU
But in the real world you by these ladies and gents
Who hang around you you be buyin all the weed and all the chicken
Feedin everybody, em out
When you was broke though they was
Now you ridin bout fo' deep, to tear up your suspension
And your baby mamma on 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 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, it's payin the so you gon' do it
But got this new policy, three strikes and you're ruined
Now where your crew at?

I'm strictly dirty 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!" when we see
I'm strictly stressin dirty
represent it to the t-top
Born and bred up on the 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 we serving em slabs
We better watch we doing, and look out for Joe Nab
And quit re-ing up and standing on this same old
Before our gangsta ass get both of us shot
Niggas talking cause they making some
But still ain't did nothing ain't been done before
You can't be trying to showcase, just put it down for spot
And improvise and work with little you got
So I think I finish selling my last sack
I'mma take some of this money, go and give back
Cause people won't forget about the you gave, knowmsayin?
And start bout a path to pave

I'm strictly dirty 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 money and the spot
And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see