Luyện nghe bài hát Survivin The Drought

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

Yo 95 sun roof moonlight
Po-pos tight down the turnpike
The last went sour Fed's jammed the blow
But like a weather man it's a chance of snow

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

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

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

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

in the drought where it ain't no blow
It ain't no piece, yo it ain't no
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 pill
In the drought niggaz panic when that money
slinging wamis and them dummy blocks

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

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

I'm stuck a player fucked up now I'm finna back up
It's back on then pack playboy the blow flooded
The base heads happy and my workers show 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 whole chickens cases and balling

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

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

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

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

in the drought 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 what the am I suppose to do?