Luyện nghe bài hát Slump

From front to back street, listen, we on a
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 whateva like
Stuck servin my raw
Drop off the brick, jump back
Twenty over now that's mo' to get
Slick, we fin' to lick on this without gettin caught
But time, a sleepin and money 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 tricks up out they shoestrings
Be more when we do things
Cause is like shakin the dice, but I buck back twice
Like five-deuce, fo'-trey,

I'm strictly dirty dirty
Gone 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
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!" we see cops

Shit, cops and robbers be bound to get them dollars and cents
They get in a slump baseball players when they short on they rent
Anything goin you ain't knowin how much money YOU
But in the world you surrounded by these ladies and gents
Who hang around you cause you be buyin all the and all the chicken
Feedin everybody, em out
When you was broke though was missin
Now you bout fo' deep, startin to tear up your suspension
And your baby mamma on child support, my fault, to mention
You don't even have a account wasn't thinking about no pension
I used to work at 'N' Ale, Old Gold off in the kitchen
Had determination and graduated, now I got the whole rap fascinated
I wanted a 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 got this new policy, three strikes and you're ruined
Now where your crew at?

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

Ay, me and my on the cut and they know we serving em slabs
We watch what we doing, and look out for Joe Nab
And quit up and standing on this same old block
our gangsta ass partner get both of us shot
Niggas talking cause making some 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 with that you got
So I think when I finish selling my sack
I'mma take some of this money, go and give back
Cause people won't about the time you gave, knowmsayin?
And start thinking bout a path to

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