Luyện nghe bài hát The Ave

I used to laugh when I see fiends get beat
all out they head in the middle of the street
Shit, fights would go on in the park
And like vampires come out in the dark
Freaks sell for material shit
On the side 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 wit' a nose of buggers
Well my on the block sell that rocked up sugar
Touchin' gat everytime a fool pass
to put slugs up in a nigga's ass
We say fuck school, we say grades
We rather get paid and cocaine on the Ave.

I see niggas I used to go to school with
(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 they guns inside they
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 keep
To the store for zig-zags
Every store on my is owned by an Arab
But like a I say fuck it I'm drivin'
Grab my dick, my shit and keep rhymin'
'cause some nigga's don't like me, but I don't
They put they plex on they chest act and try to fight me
Yo, but I don't want to ya
I rather you on tour wit' me nigga then lose ya
Then hit to the set, roll a seven and eleven
Hit the dice and then... jet
police wanna find me
Because I on the corner all day and smoke gunji
And I don't care about 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 say they sucka free
Now why the fuck you motherfuckers keep with me
I love like a motherfucker
But I'll be damned if a fool get me sprung like a
I'm not a animal
You want your pussy ate
a nigga that's a cannibal (lick lick lick)
And eat your ass up
And while he eatin you I'm on the set big bucks
there's money out on the streets (on the Flav.)
And if I have the streets
the Dog nigga wouldn't eat
So baby act dumb
You got your mommy and your
and a nigga for an

And my niggas on the block, got one
that's from breakin boulders to rocks
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 though
Ya get a nine in your ass and your dick blow up
'cause niggas just multiply
But now days nigga's just die
Put a bullet in a nigga's ass then jet
Real nigga's smoke hoe
Triple cross a muthafucka giggle at his funeral
I snort caine the hard heads
Outta when I to make mail from the damn feds
Now I'm to get high
Hit Kentucky for some chicken then the store for a St.
Dre Dog solo
Me be wit' hella muthafuckas ah no
'cause I worry bout' shit
I'm a pit and pitbulls ain't to be fucked
So I'm back on the block, caine doin' thangs
Well them young just jock
And white folks pass
Give up your cash and bags
or getcha ass on the Ave