Luyện nghe bài hát Wizard of Oz

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

It were to see since the age of three
One day dope fiends'll be me
I got crunk in the game, knew my name
the place, I gain 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 in every hood
But hate in your heart never be good
I feel blessed but confess, I blow for my stress
that Mex with a S on my chest

None the less I was real the homies
With the running from the police
No peace, sweets on cold streets
Dope fiends gon' a nigga more green

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

My money triple, ripple, living simple
paper squares out a fat ass nickle
Trick on my for the bricks I chop
Pigs in my mix when hit my block

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

Under covers hit the set man funny
Taking them crumbs and marked money
Trying to convict 'em I ain't fallin'
Fool, I know your face and my I done hipped 'em

They want me bad so mad as they off
Fucking with them hoes, now my blunt done off
No other way just day on the spot
If you play then you pay, it don't stop

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

I wrote this 'bout a hopeless crook
Living in the land where the coke is
hoes get took and the joke is good
Where smokers and the soldiers hood

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

But I'm taking
It ain't easy working jobs no fucking bosses
dope is the hardest thing a man can do
Risking life and your for a buck or two

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