Luyện nghe bài hát Wizard of Oz

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

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

I got love for the hustlas in hood
But hate in your heart it'll be good
I blessed but confess, I blow sess for my stress
It's that Mex with a S on my

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

Now come follow me down yellow brick
To easier to see Hillwood hustla, got you need
Now come follow me down yellow brick
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 I chop
in my mix when they hit my block

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

Under 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 face and my boys I hipped 'em

They want me bad so mad as burn off
with them hoes, now my blunt done turned off
No other way just day on the spot
If you play then you pay, it never stop

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

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

lonely wood where his homies stood
Trying to change if I only could
I'm just your Hillwood street rhyme rustler
Blowing more smoke than a broke muffler

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

Still I feel if you loose control, homie 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 follow 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