Luyện nghe bài hát The Ave

I used to laugh when I see dope fiends get
Bleedin' all out head in the middle of the street
Shit, ball fights would go on in the
And vampires niggas come out in the dark
Freaks sell dope for shit
On the side gold-diggin' for part-time dick
O.G. nigga's turn alcoholics
What you think it fool "Nigga I can't call it"
Little kids run around wit' a full of buggers
Well my nigga's on the sell that rocked up sugar
Touchin' they gat everytime a fool
to put slugs up in a nigga's ass
We say fuck school, we say grades
We rather get paid and snort 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 even say 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 ate in the cafeteria
Huh, but those are rested
I get a dime bag of ses, get my change and steppin'
To the store for some
Every on my corner is owned by an Arab
But like a bucket I say it I'm drivin'
Grab my dick, spit my and keep rhymin'
'cause some nigga's don't like me, but I don't
They put they plex on they act sick and try to fight me
Yo, but I don't want to ya
I rather take you on tour wit' me then lose ya
Then hit to the set, roll 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 about jail hoe
I lift weights let my hair and my nails grow
Beat up on the fags, I did a
Now I'm even on the Ave.

Some niggas say they sucka
Now why the fuck you motherfuckers keep with me
I pussy like a motherfucker
But be damned if a fool get me sprung like a clucker
I'm not a animal
You want pussy ate baby
find a nigga a cannibal (lick lick lick)
And he'll eat ass up
And while he 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
then the Dog nigga eat
So baby dont act
You got mommy and your daddy
and a nigga for an

And my on the block, got one income
that's from boulders down to rocks
But we were all to be dead
Why you wanna a vest when nigga's get shot in the head
But a won't work though
Ya get a nine in your ass and watch your blow up
'cause real niggas just
But now days nigga's just die
Put a bullet in a nigga's ass laugh jet
Real smoke buddha hoe
Triple cross a then giggle at his funeral
I snort caine the hard heads
Outta when I sale to mail from the damn feds
Now I'm about to get
Hit Kentucky for some chicken then the store for a St.
Dre Dog solo
Me be wit' hella muthafuckas ah 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 doin'
them young locs just jock
And folks can't pass
Give up your and your bags
or ass stabbed on the Ave