Luyện nghe bài hát The Ave

I used to laugh when I see dope get beat
Bleedin' all out they head in the of the street
Shit, ball fights would go on in the
And vampires niggas come out in the dark
Freaks sell dope for material
On the side gold-diggin' for part-time dick
O.G. nigga's turn into
What you about it fool "Nigga I can't call it"
Little kids run around wit' a nose of buggers
Well my nigga's on the block sell that rocked up
they gat everytime a fool pass
Quick to put up in a nigga's ass
We say school, we say fuck grades
We rather get paid and cocaine on the Ave.

I see some I used to go to school with
(Back at Gal)
They at me like my face is full of bear shit
They don't even say up to a young loc
Just put they hands on guns inside they coats
But I'm thinkin' to myself I fearin' ya
I remember back ate in the cafeteria
Huh, but days are rested
I get a dime bag of ses, get my change and steppin'
To the store for some
Every store on my is owned by an Arab
But like a I say fuck it I'm drivin'
Grab my dick, my shit and keep rhymin'
'cause nigga's don't like me, but I don't care
They put they on they chest act sick and try to fight me
Yo, but I don't want to ya
I rather take you on tour wit' me nigga lose ya
Then hit back to the set, a seven and eleven
Hit the game and then... jet
Them police wanna me
I stand on the corner all day and smoke gunji
And I don't about jail hoe
I just lift weights let my and my nails grow
Beat up on the fags, I did a
Now I'm even on the Ave.

Some niggas say they free
Now why the fuck you motherfuckers keep fucking me
I pussy like a motherfucker
But I'll be if a fool get me sprung like a clucker
I'm not a animal
You want your pussy ate
find a nigga that's a cannibal (lick lick)
And he'll eat ass up
And while he eatin you I'm on the set making big
there's money out on the streets (on the Flav.)
And if I didn't the streets
then the Dog wouldn't eat
So dont act dumb
You got mommy and your daddy
and a for an income

And my niggas on the block, got one
that's from boulders down to rocks
But we were all to be dead
Why you wanna wear a vest when nigga's get in the head
But a helmet won't though
Ya get a nine in ass and watch your dick blow up
real niggas just multiply
But now real nigga's just die
Put a bullet in a nigga's ass laugh jet
Real nigga's smoke hoe
Triple cross a muthafucka then at his funeral
I snort caine the hard heads
Outta when I sale to make mail from the damn
Now I'm about to get
Hit Kentucky for some chicken the store for a St. Ide's
Dre Dog creeps
Me be wit' hella ah hell no
'cause I worry bout' shit
I'm a pit and pitbulls to be fucked wit'
So I'm back on the block, snortin' caine thangs
Well them locs just jock
And white can't pass
up your cash and your bags
or ass stabbed on the Ave