Luyện nghe bài hát Survivin The Drought

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

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

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

My nigga hit he ain't got no coke
He said the coast guard knocked off the boat
He said them Fed's in they out of control
Knocking off major bricks with the border

A nigga couldn't rap 'cause the phones they be wired up
I be goddamned the East coast 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 no piece, yo it ain't no dough
It no bricks, no chips, no food
So tell me 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 no bricks, no chips, no food
So tell me what the am I suppose to do?

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

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

'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 when the drought come 'round

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

My dog hit the lick about two hundred
Off a Bahamian ship that nigga got nerves
Now is beeping and the Haitians is calling
I'm back to slanging whole chickens popping cases and

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

We got 'em harder hard plus we pitching soft ball
Jumping for that how high 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 pipe
time I'm gone sit on me 'bout ten
'Cause you never know when that drought again
in the drought, surviving in the drought

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?

Surviving in the 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 tell me what the am I suppose to do?