Luyện nghe bài hát Slump

From to back street, listen, we on a mission
To get right, workin corner in the midnight
Picture the scene, these with fire
Ten dollar dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, that
I'm wit like Wheatstraw
Stuck servin my raw
Drop sixty-two off the brick, jump
Twenty over now that's mo' to get
Slick, we fin' to lick on this corner gettin caught
But time, keep a sleepin and gettin short
Plus that crooked cop Brock think we blow (fuck him)
That why he ride the hole with the do' swangin
But I make moves, shake them tricks up out they
Be precise when we do things
Cause life is shakin the dice, but I buck back twice
five-deuce, fo'-trey, okay

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

Shit, cops and robbers niggas be bound to get dollars and cents
They get in a slump like baseball players when they short on they
Anything goin you knowin how much money YOU spent
But in the real you surrounded by these ladies and gents
Who hang around you cause you be buyin all the 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 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 Gold off in the
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 sell dope, 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 strictly stressin dirty
Gone represent it to the
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 stressin dirty
Gone it to the t-top
Born and bred up on the top
Get to the and the sweet spot
And forever "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops

Ay, me and my buddy on the cut and they know we em slabs
We watch what we doing, and look out for Joe Nab
And quit up and standing on this same old block
Before our gangsta ass get both of us shot
Niggas talking cause making some flow
But still ain't did nothing that been done before
You be trying to showcase, just put it down for your spot
And improvise and work that little you got
So I think I finish selling my last sack
I'mma take some of money, go and give some back
Cause people won't forget about the time you gave,
And thinking bout a path to pave

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