Luyện nghe bài hát Wizard of Oz

Now come follow me down brick road
To easier to see Hillwood hustla, got 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 dope fiends'll be me
I got crunk in the game, niggas my name
Hillwood the place, I my fame

in a '77 Seville
Smoke gray gold trim, big grill
Back in '86 I was 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 feel blessed but confess, I blow for my stress
It's that Mex with a S on my

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

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

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

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

Under hit the set man y'all funny
Taking them crumbs and giving marked
Trying to convict 'em I 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 way just 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 road
To to see Hillwood hustla, got what you need

I this book 'bout a hopeless crook
Living in the 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 your Hillwood hustla street rhyme rustler
Blowing more smoke than a broke muffler

But I'm losses
It easy working jobs with no fucking bosses
Selling dope is the hardest a man can do
Risking life and freedom for a buck or two

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

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