Luyện nghe bài hát Wizard of Oz

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

It were plain to see the age of three
One day fiends'll be pagin' me
I got crunk in the game, niggas knew my
Hillwood the place, I gain my

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

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

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

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

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

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

covers hit the set man y'all funny
Taking them crumbs and giving money
Trying to convict 'em I ain't fallin'
Fool, I know your and my boys I done hipped 'em

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

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

I wrote this book 'bout a crook
Living in the land where the is cooked
Where 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
Blowing smoke than a broke down muffler

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

I feel if you loose control, homie you'se a hoe
Real G's keep they life on control
When the police kick door and my crib
I tell 'em 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 yellow brick
To easier to see hustla, got what you need