Luyện nghe bài hát Wizard of Oz

Now come follow me down yellow brick
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 plain to see the age of three
One day dope fiends'll be me
I got crunk in the game, niggas knew my
Hillwood the place, I my fame

Sixteen in a '77
Smoke gray trim, big daddy grill
Back in '86 I was bricks
To think a damn made got me rich

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

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

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

My triple, sippin' ripple, living simple
Rolling paper squares out a fat ass
Trick on my dick for the bricks I
Pigs in my mix when 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 sandals but will I slip

Under covers hit the set man y'all
Taking crumbs and giving marked money
Trying to 'em I ain't fallin' victim
Fool, I know your face and my boys I hipped 'em

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

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

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

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

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

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

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