Luyện nghe bài hát Slump

From front to street, listen, we on a mission
To get right, workin corner in the midnight
Picture the scene, these fiends with
Ten dollar dreams, scheme, for a of that, believe that
I'm wit like Wheatstraw
servin my cocaine raw
Drop sixty-two off the brick, jump
Twenty over now mo' money to get
Slick, we fin' to lick on corner without gettin caught
But time, keep a sleepin and money gettin
Plus that crooked cop Brock we blow slangin (fuck him)
why he ride through the hole with the do' swangin
But I make moves, shake them up out they shoestrings
Be more precise when we do
Cause life is like shakin the dice, but I buck twice
Like five-deuce, fo'-trey,

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
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 hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops

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

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

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

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