Luyện nghe bài hát Wizard of Oz

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

It were 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
gray gold trim, big daddy grill
Back in '86 I was choppin'
To think a damn paper got me rich

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

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

Now follow me down yellow brick road
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

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

Used to catch a 'bout every six months
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 hit the set man y'all funny
Taking them crumbs and giving marked
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 them hoes, now my done turned off
No other way another day on the spot
If you play then you pay, it don't stop

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

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

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

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

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

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