Luyện nghe bài hát The Ave

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

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

Some niggas say they free
Now why the you motherfuckers keep fucking with me
I love like a motherfucker
But I'll be damned if a fool get me sprung like a
I'm not a motherfuckin
You want your ate baby
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 there's 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 niggas on the block, got one
that's from breakin boulders down to
But we were all to be dead
Why you wanna wear a vest when get shot in the head
But a helmet won't work
Ya get a nine in ass and watch your dick blow up
'cause real niggas multiply
But now days real just die
Put a bullet in a nigga's ass laugh jet
nigga's smoke buddha hoe
Triple cross a then giggle at his funeral
I snort caine with the hard
Outta I sale 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 wit' hella ah hell no
'cause I don't worry bout'
I'm a pit and ain't to be fucked wit'
So I'm back on the block, caine doin' thangs
Well them young locs jock
And folks can't pass
up your cash and your bags
or getcha ass on the Ave