Luyện nghe bài hát The Ave

I used to laugh when I see dope get beat
all out they head in the middle of the street
Shit, ball fights go on in the park
And like vampires niggas out in the dark
Freaks sell dope for shit
On the side gold-diggin' for some part-time
O.G. nigga's turn alcoholics
What you think it fool "Nigga I can't call it"
Little run around 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 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 I used to go to school with
(Back at Gal)
They look at me like my is full of bear shit
don't even say whats up to a young loc
Just put they hands on they guns inside they
But I'm thinkin' to myself I fearin' ya
I remember back when ate in the
Huh, but those days are
I get a dime bag of ses, get my and keep steppin'
To the for some zig-zags
Every store on my is owned by an Arab
But like a bucket I say it I'm drivin'
Grab my dick, spit my shit and rhymin'
'cause some nigga's don't like me, but I care
They put plex on they chest act sick and try to fight me
Yo, but I want to bruise ya
I take you on tour wit' me nigga then lose ya
Then hit to the set, roll a seven and eleven
Hit the game and then... jet
Them police wanna me
Because I stand on the all day and smoke gunji
And I care about jail hoe
I just lift weights let my hair and my grow
Beat up on the fags, I did a
Now I'm sicker on the Ave.

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

And my niggas on the block, got one
that's from breakin boulders down to
But we were all born to be
Why you wear a vest when nigga's get shot in the head
But a helmet won't work
Ya get a in your ass and watch your dick blow up
'cause real niggas multiply
But now days real nigga's die
Put a bullet in a nigga's ass laugh jet
Real smoke buddha hoe
cross a muthafucka then giggle at his funeral
I snort caine with the heads
Outta when I sale to make mail the damn feds
Now I'm about to get
Hit Kentucky for some then the store 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, snortin' doin' thangs
Well them locs just jock
And white can't pass
up your cash and your bags
or ass stabbed on the Ave