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, ball fights would go on in the
And like vampires niggas out in the dark
Freaks sell dope for material
On the side for some part-time dick
O.G. nigga's turn into
What you think about it "Nigga I can't call it"
Little kids run around a nose full of buggers
my nigga's on the block sell that rocked up sugar
Touchin' they gat everytime a 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 school
(Back at Gal)
They look at me my face is full of bear shit
They don't even say whats up to a loc
Just put they hands on guns inside they coats
But I'm to myself I ain't fearin' ya
I remember when ate in the cafeteria
Huh, but those days are
I get a dime bag of ses, get my change and keep
To the for some zig-zags
Every store on my corner is by an Arab
But like a bucket I say it I'm drivin'
Grab my dick, spit my shit and keep
'cause some nigga's don't me, but I don't care
They put they plex on chest act sick and try to fight me
Yo, but I don't to bruise ya
I rather take you on wit' me nigga then lose ya
Then hit back to the set, roll a seven and
Hit the game and then... jet
Them wanna find me
I stand on the corner all day and smoke gunji
And I don't about jail hoe
I just lift weights let my and my nails grow
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 fucking me
I love pussy like a
But I'll be damned if a fool get me sprung a clucker
I'm not a motherfuckin
You your pussy ate baby
a nigga that's a cannibal (lick lick lick)
And he'll eat ass up
And while he eatin you I'm on the set big bucks
'cause there's money out on the (on the Flav.)
And if I didn't have the
then the Dog nigga eat
So baby act dumb
You got your and your daddy
and a nigga for an

And my niggas on the block, got one
that's breakin boulders down to rocks
But we all born to be dead
Why you wanna wear a vest when get shot in the head
But a helmet work though
Ya get a nine in ass and watch your dick blow up
'cause real just multiply
But now days real just die
Put a bullet in a nigga's ass laugh jet
Real smoke buddha hoe
Triple cross a muthafucka then at his funeral
I snort with the hard heads
Outta when I sale to make mail from the 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 ah hell no
I don't worry bout' shit
I'm a pit and pitbulls to be fucked wit'
So I'm back on the block, caine doin' thangs
Well them young locs jock
And white folks pass
Give up your and your bags
or getcha ass on the Ave