Luyện nghe bài hát Survivin The Drought

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

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

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

My nigga hit back he got no coke
He said the coast just knocked off the boat
He them Fed's 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 goddamned the whole East dried up
A nigga went raw dope to cheap base
Ridin' 'round the block Fed in the brief case

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

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

In the drought I look the dope right in the grill
Slang him a Asprin or a pill
In the drought niggaz panic when that stop
Start slinging and them dummy blocks

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

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

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

My dog hit the about two hundred birds
Off a Bahamian cruise ship that got nerves
Now Cubans is beeping and the Haitians is
I'm back to slanging chickens popping cases and balling

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

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

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

Surviving in the 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 fuck am I to do?

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