Luyện nghe bài hát Slump

From front to street, listen, we on a mission
To get right, street corner in the midnight
Picture the scene, these with fire
Ten dollar dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, believe
I'm wit whateva like
Stuck my cocaine raw
sixty-two 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 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 like 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 forever "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops
I'm stressin dirty dirty
Gone represent it to the
Born and up on the street top
Get to the money and the sweet
And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" we see cops

Shit, cops and robbers niggas be to get them dollars and cents
They get in a slump baseball players when they short on they rent
goin you ain't knowin how much money YOU spent
But in the real world you by these ladies and gents
Who hang around you cause you be buyin all the weed and all the
everybody, smokin em out
When you was broke 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 wasn't thinking about no pension
I used to work at Steak 'N' Ale, Old off in the kitchen
Had determination and graduated, now I got the whole rap world
I wanted a of the pie for me and my family so I made it
Continue to sell dope, it's the bills so you gon' do it
But legislation got new policy, three strikes and you're ruined
Now where crew at? Yeah

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

Ay, me and my buddy on the cut and they we serving em slabs
We watch what we doing, and look out for Joe Nab
And re-ing up and standing on this same old block
Before our gangsta ass partner get both of us
talking cause they 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 little you got
So I when I finish selling my last sack
I'mma take some of this money, go and some back
Cause people won't forget about the time you gave,
And thinking 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!" when we see
I'm strictly stressin dirty
represent 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