Luyện nghe bài hát Survivin The Drought

Last was a great year, ask the click
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 moonlight
Po-pos tight down before the
The last lick went sour jammed the blow
But like a weather man a light chance of snow

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

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

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

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 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 drought panic when that money stop
Start slinging wamis and them dummy

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

'Cause in the you get stuck like 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 the drought come 'round

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

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

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

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

Coming up in the drought through the paroofeal line
This 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 drought it ain't no blow
It no piece, yo it ain't no dough
It no bricks, no chips, no food
So tell me what the fuck am I to do?

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