Luyện nghe bài hát The Ave

I used to laugh when I see dope fiends get
all out they head in the middle of the street
Shit, ball fights go on in the park
And like vampires come out in the dark
Freaks dope for material shit
On the gold-diggin' for some part-time dick
O.G. nigga's into alcoholics
What you think about it fool "Nigga I call it"
Little kids run around a nose full of buggers
Well my nigga's on the block sell that rocked up
Touchin' they gat a fool pass
Quick to put up in a nigga's ass
We say school, we say fuck grades
We rather get paid and snort on the Ave.

I see some niggas I to go to school with
(Back at Gal)
They look at me my face is full of bear shit
don't even say whats up to a young loc
Just put they hands on they inside they coats
But I'm thinkin' to myself I fearin' ya
I remember back when ate in the
Huh, but days are rested
I get a dime bag of ses, get my and keep steppin'
To the store for some
Every store on my corner is by an Arab
But like a bucket I say fuck it I'm
Grab my dick, my shit and keep rhymin'
'cause some nigga's like me, but I don't care
They put they plex on they act sick and try to fight me
Yo, but I don't to bruise 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 find me
Because I stand on the corner all day and smoke
And I don't care jail hoe
I just lift let my hair and my nails grow
Beat up on the fags, I did a
Now I'm even on the Ave.

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

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