Luyện nghe bài hát Wizard of Oz

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

It were plain to see since the age of
One day dope fiends'll be me
I got in the game, niggas knew my name
Hillwood the place, I my fame

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

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

None the I was real with the homies
the OZ's running from the police
No peace, sweets on cold streets
fiends gon' bring a nigga more green

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

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

Used to catch a raid 'bout six months
a check up to see if I'd slip 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 giving marked
Trying to convict 'em I ain't fallin'
Fool, I know face and my boys I done hipped 'em

They want me bad so mad as they off
Fucking them hoes, now my blunt done turned off
No other way just day on the spot
If you play you pay, it don't never stop

Now come me down yellow brick road
To easier to see Hillwood hustla, got you need
Now come follow me down yellow 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
smokers hooked and the soldiers hood

That lonely where his homies stood
Trying to myself if I only could
I'm just your Hillwood hustla rhyme rustler
Blowing smoke than a broke down muffler

But I'm losses
It easy working jobs with no fucking bosses
dope is the hardest thing a man can do
Risking life and your freedom for a or two

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

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