Luyện nghe bài hát The Ave

I used to laugh when I see dope get beat
Bleedin' all out they head in the of the street
Shit, ball fights go on in the park
And like vampires come out in the dark
Freaks sell dope for material
On the side gold-diggin' for part-time dick
O.G. nigga's turn into
What you think it fool "Nigga I can't call it"
Little kids run around wit' a nose of buggers
Well my nigga's on the block that rocked up sugar
Touchin' they gat a fool pass
Quick to put slugs up in a 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 like my face is full of bear
They don't even say up to a young loc
Just put they hands on guns inside they coats
But I'm thinkin' to I ain't fearin' ya
I remember when ate in the cafeteria
Huh, but days are rested
I get a dime bag of ses, get my and keep steppin'
To the store for some
Every store on my corner is owned by an
But like a I say fuck 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 want to bruise ya
I take you on tour wit' me nigga then lose ya
Then hit back to the set, roll a seven and
Hit the dice and then... jet
Them wanna find me
Because I on the corner all day and smoke gunji
And I don't about jail hoe
I just 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 free
Now why the fuck you motherfuckers keep with me
I love like a motherfucker
But I'll be damned if a get me sprung like a clucker
I'm not a animal
You want your ate baby
find a that's a cannibal (lick lick lick)
And eat your ass up
And while he you I'm on the set making big bucks
'cause there's out on the streets (on the Flav.)
And if I have the streets
then the Dog nigga eat
So baby dont act
You got your and your daddy
and a nigga for an

And my on the block, got one income
that's from breakin boulders to rocks
But we all born to be dead
Why you wanna wear a when nigga's get shot in the head
But a helmet work though
Ya get a nine in your ass and your dick blow up
'cause real niggas multiply
But now days real nigga's die
Put a bullet in a ass laugh then jet
Real smoke buddha hoe
Triple cross a muthafucka then giggle at his
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 chicken then the for a St. Ide's
Dre Dog creeps
Me be hella muthafuckas ah hell no
'cause I don't worry bout'
I'm a pit and pitbulls ain't to be fucked
So I'm back on the block, snortin' doin' thangs
Well them young locs jock
And folks can't pass
Give up your cash and bags
or getcha ass on the Ave