Luyện nghe bài hát Survivin The Drought

Last year was a great year, ask the
But this year was to our last half of brick
Trying to survive in the drought where it no blow
It ain't no [Incomprehensible] so with no dough

Yo 95 south sun roof
Po-pos tight before the turnpike
The last lick went sour jammed the blow
But like a weather man it's a light of snow

Lay low at the bottom at the
Wait patient for my to hit me on the cell
'Cause my Haitian cartel always work
They had shit when the Cubans were hurt

My hit back he ain't got no coke
He the coast guard just knocked off the boat
He said them in Texas they out of control
Knocking off major bricks the border patrol

A nigga couldn't rap long 'cause the phones they be up
I be the whole East coast dried up
A nigga went from raw dope to cheap
'round with the block Fed in the brief case

Surviving in the where it ain't no blow
It ain't no piece, yo it no dough
It no bricks, no chips, no food
So me what the fuck am I suppose to do?

in the drought where it ain't no blow
It ain't no piece, yo it no dough
It ain't no bricks, no chips, no
So me what the fuck am I suppose to do?

In the drought I look the dope fiend in the grill
Slang him a Asprin or a vitamin
In the niggaz panic when that money stop
slinging wamis and them dummy blocks

Hit the twurking in that 87 fleet drop
Set up shop a 9 pack of sheet rock
Watcha a get hot, now he wanna hit pop
He wanna brain wrestle he don't I got my shit cocked

'Cause in the drought you get stuck a thumb tack
Dixie man got a 20 pack of come back
A player fucked up till drought go down
A nigga got to spread his hustle when the drought 'round

I'm stuck a player up now I'm finna come back up
It's back on with then pack the blow flooded
The base heads and my workers show love it

My dog hit the lick two hundred birds
Off a Bahamian cruise that nigga got nerves
Now Cubans is and the Haitians is calling
I'm back to slanging whole chickens popping and balling

I got to put the team on so I'm them up
RJ he the chef, he be cooking up, hookin' them up
While I'm whipping 'em, flipping breaking 'em
With the razor chipping 'em

We got 'em harder hard plus we pitching soft ball
Jumping for that how high this year gone cost
we the only niggaz wit it
It's the lick of a life

Coming up in the drought through the pipe line
time I'm gone sit on me 'bout ten
'Cause you never when that drought coming again
Surviving in the drought, surviving in the

in the drought where it ain't no blow
It no piece, yo it ain't no dough
It ain't no bricks, no chips, no
So tell me what the am I suppose to do?

Surviving in the where it ain't no blow
It ain't no piece, yo it no dough
It ain't no bricks, no chips, no
So me what the fuck am I suppose to do?