Luyện nghe bài hát Wizard of Oz

Now follow me down yellow brick road
To easier to see Hillwood hustla, got what you
Now come follow me down yellow road
To easier to see Hillwood hustla, got you need

It plain to see since the age of three
One day dope be pagin' me
I got in the game, niggas knew my name
the place, I gain my fame

Sixteen in a '77
Smoke gold trim, big daddy grill
Back in '86 I was choppin'
To think a damn paper got me rich

I got love for the in every hood
But in your heart it'll never be good
I feel but confess, I blow sess for my stress
It's that Mex a S on my chest

the less I was real with the homies
With the OZ's from the police
No peace, blow sweets on cold
Dope fiends gon' bring a more green

Now follow me down yellow brick road
To easier to see Hillwood hustla, got what you
Now come follow me down yellow road
To easier to see Hillwood hustla, got you need

My money triple, sippin' ripple, living
Rolling paper squares out a fat ass
Trick on my for the bricks I chop
in my mix when they hit my block

Used to catch a raid 'bout every six
Just a check up to see if I'd once
Call it one time, some rhyme 'bout this
I can in my sandals but never will I slip

Under covers hit the set man y'all
Taking them crumbs and marked money
to convict 'em I ain't fallin' victim
Fool, I know your face and my boys I done 'em

want me bad so mad as they burn off
Fucking with hoes, now my blunt done turned off
No other way just day on the spot
If you play then you pay, it never stop

Now come follow me down brick road
To to see Hillwood hustla, got what you need
Now come follow me yellow brick road
To easier to see Hillwood hustla, got what you

I wrote this book 'bout a crook
in the land where the coke is cooked
Where get took and the joke is good
Where hooked and the soldiers hood

That wood where his homies stood
Trying to change myself if I could
I'm just your hustla street rhyme rustler
Blowing more smoke than a broke muffler

But I'm losses
It ain't easy working jobs with no fucking
Selling is the hardest thing a man can do
Risking and your freedom for a buck or two

Still I feel if you loose control, you'se a hoe
Real G's keep they life on cruise
When the police door and raid my crib
I tell 'em pigs of the slippers, not what I did

Now come follow me down yellow road
To easier to see hustla, got what you need
Now come follow me down yellow road
To easier to see Hillwood hustla, got what you