Luyện nghe bài hát The Ave

I used to laugh when I see fiends get beat
Bleedin' all out head in the middle of the street
Shit, fights would go on in the park
And like vampires niggas come out in the
sell dope for material shit
On the side gold-diggin' for some dick
O.G. nigga's turn alcoholics
What you think about it fool "Nigga I call it"
Little kids run wit' a nose full of buggers
Well my nigga's on the block sell rocked up sugar
Touchin' gat everytime a fool pass
Quick to put slugs up in a ass
We say school, we say fuck grades
We get paid and snort cocaine on the Ave.

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

Some niggas say they sucka
Now why the fuck you keep fucking with me
I love like a motherfucker
But I'll be damned if a fool get me sprung a clucker
I'm not a animal
You want your pussy ate
a nigga that's a cannibal (lick lick lick)
And he'll eat ass up
And he eatin you I'm on the set making big bucks
there's money out on the streets (on the Flav.)
And if I didn't the streets
the Dog nigga wouldn't eat
So dont act dumb
You got your 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 when nigga's get shot in the head
But a helmet work though
Ya get a in your ass and watch your dick blow up
'cause real niggas just
But now real nigga's just die
Put a in a nigga's ass laugh then jet
Real smoke buddha hoe
Triple cross a muthafucka then at his funeral
I caine with the hard heads
Outta when I to make mail from the damn feds
Now I'm about to get
Hit Kentucky for some chicken then the for a St. Ide's
Dre Dog creeps
Me be hella muthafuckas ah hell no
'cause I don't bout' shit
I'm a pit and pitbulls ain't to be wit'
So I'm back on the block, snortin' doin' thangs
them young locs just jock
And white can't pass
Give up your cash and your
or getcha ass on the Ave