Luyện nghe bài hát Survivin The Drought

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

Yo 95 south sun moonlight
tight down before the turnpike
The last lick sour Fed's jammed the blow
But a weather man it's a light chance of snow

Lay low at the bottom at the
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 hit back he ain't got no coke
He said the guard just knocked off the boat
He said them Fed's in Texas out of control
Knocking off major with 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 from raw dope to base
Ridin' 'round with the block Fed in the case

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 me what the fuck am I suppose to do?

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 me what the fuck am I suppose to do?

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

Hit the twurking in that 87 fleet drop
Set up with a 9 pack of sheet rock
a nigga 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 like a thumb
man got a 20 pack worth of come back
A player fucked up till drought go down
A nigga got to spread his hustle when the come 'round

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

My dog hit the lick about two birds
Off a Bahamian cruise ship that nigga got
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 them up
RJ he the chef, he be them up, hookin' them up
I'm whipping 'em, flipping breaking 'em down
With the straight razor '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
the lick of a life time

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

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?

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