Luyện nghe bài hát The Blocks

Ayo, Auxiliary cops be grillin' me out cars
Why's my so big with no job?
Remain so jig with no scars, names
Ain't it how the innocent change?

Used to be kinda
A different way, fake permit in my wallet
Until the shit
Learned to at age twenty-five

See I used to cabs
Smokin' lye while my girl fuck with tabs
Do anything to laugh
I'll cop anything to to

Rock it once, put it in a hustlers
I got with no rhymes wrote
Wrote it quick, rhymes out for free
So y'all know my shit

Know my zip,
thug niggas own one gun
Bust shots and run
Late nights the don't come
And if you don't know where I'm from

street
(96th and Spellman)
12th street,
(Queensbridge)

The pub, the
(Long City)
The
(Thugs everywhere)
real, the love
(Organized crime)

Livin' life on the way back
Now I get money and black
Some find it funny, others hate
Reason why the angers

Put a shell up in the
Let the gun smoke the Nine I tote
Bassheads numbed off
A rib got broke, police

Yo, yo, you see what they
A lot of to be made, now they raid the spot
Niggas engagin' to pop shots, aimin' to drop
The block's hot, niggas on the roofs of

There's a thousand niggas with schemes for figures
The Bridge blossoms gossip
who cock suck, niggas who hardly wash up
And they light as paper

I it's safe to say my hood's got tradition
Q.B. Cobolition, while you be to listen
Regardless of the we ballin' on a mission
At any given I destroy competition

street
(96th and Spellman)
12th street,
(Queensbridge)

The pub, the
(Long City)
The
(Thugs everywhere)
It's real, the
(Organized crime)

Fuck, I hate 'em and the will put the chamber
To their brain and bang 'em, you Q.B. had to lay 'em
I'll serve you if you that, hit 'em up with all of that
Seventeen, they gat, I wrote a song to that

Twist the erb, dispose of that sack, ain't no of that
It's 2:30 am black, where ya at?
The truth hurt, now I'm up in shorty boo's
Take a sip of Jack D and G, it attracts me

You wanna who's Donnin' these hoes? Just ask me
The way the jewels makes 'em wanna be nasty
Cuban Link cable, Dom on the table
unstable, now I see why Brother Cain killed Abel

Love thy neighbor, we can in the World
That's your Man Fifty Grand he fucks your Girl
Now it's all out war over Whore
Deja vu got you buggin' you know you saw this before

street
(96th and Spellman)
12th street,
(Queensbridge)

The pub, the
(Long City)
The
(Thugs everywhere)
It's real, the
(Organized crime)