Luyện nghe bài hát The Ave

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

I see niggas I used to go to school with
(Back at Gal)
look at me like my face is full of bear shit
They don't even say whats up to a loc
Just put they hands on they guns inside coats
But I'm thinkin' to myself I fearin' ya
I remember back ate in the cafeteria
Huh, but days are rested
I get a dime bag of ses, get my change and keep
To the store for some
Every on my corner is owned by an Arab
But like a bucket I say fuck it I'm
Grab my dick, spit my shit and rhymin'
some nigga's don't like me, but I don't care
They put they plex on they chest act 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 wanna find me
Because I on the corner all day and smoke gunji
And I don't care jail hoe
I just lift weights let my 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 fucking me
I love like a motherfucker
But I'll be damned if a fool get me sprung a clucker
I'm not a animal
You want your ate baby
a nigga that's a cannibal (lick lick lick)
And eat your ass up
And while he eatin you I'm on the set making big
'cause there's money out on the (on the Flav.)
And if I didn't the streets
the Dog nigga wouldn't eat
So baby dont act
You got your mommy and your
and a nigga for an

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