Luyện nghe bài hát Wizard of Oz

Now come follow me down brick road
To easier to see Hillwood hustla, got what you
Now follow me down yellow brick 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
Hillwood the place, I gain my

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

I got love for the hustlas in every
But hate in your heart it'll never be
I blessed but confess, I blow sess for my stress
It's Mex with a S on my chest

None the less I was real the homies
With the OZ's from the police
No peace, blow sweets on cold
Dope fiends gon' bring a more green

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

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

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

Under covers hit the set man funny
Taking them crumbs and marked money
Trying to convict 'em I ain't 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 another day on the spot
If you play then you pay, it don't stop

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 hustla, got what you need

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

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

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

Still I feel if you control, homie 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 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 what you