Luyện nghe bài hát Slump

From front to back street, listen, we on a
To get right, workin street corner in the
Picture the scene, these with fire
Ten dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, believe that
I'm wit whateva like
Stuck servin my raw
Drop sixty-two off the brick, jump
Twenty now that's mo' money to get
Slick, we fin' to lick on this corner without caught
But time, keep a and money gettin short
Plus that crooked cop think we blow slangin (fuck him)
That why he ride through the with the do' swangin
But I make moves, shake them up out they shoestrings
Be more precise we do things
Cause life is shakin the dice, but I buck back twice
five-deuce, fo'-trey, okay

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
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 hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see

Shit, cops and niggas be bound to get them dollars and cents
They get in a slump like players when they short on they rent
Anything goin you knowin how much money YOU spent
But in the real you surrounded by these ladies and gents
Who hang you cause you be buyin all the weed and all the chicken
everybody, smokin em out
When you was though they was missin
Now you bout fo' deep, startin to tear up your suspension
And baby mamma on child support, my fault, forget to mention
You don't even have a checking account wasn't thinking no pension
I used to work at 'N' Ale, Old Gold off in the kitchen
Had determination and graduated, now I got the rap world fascinated
I wanted a piece of the pie for me and my family so I it
Continue to sell dope, payin the bills so you gon' do it
But legislation got this new policy, three and you're ruined
Now where crew at? Yeah

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

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