Luyện nghe bài hát Slump

From front to back street, listen, we on a
To get right, workin street corner in the
Picture the scene, fiends with fire
Ten dollar dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, believe
I'm wit whateva Wheatstraw
servin my cocaine raw
Drop sixty-two off the brick, back
Twenty over now mo' money to get
Slick, we fin' to lick on corner without gettin caught
But time, keep a and money gettin short
Plus crooked cop Brock think we blow slangin (fuck him)
That why he ride through the hole the do' swangin
But I make moves, them tricks up out they shoestrings
Be more precise we do things
Cause life is like shakin the dice, but I buck back
five-deuce, fo'-trey, okay

I'm stressin dirty dirty
Gone it to the t-top
and bred up on the street top
Get to the money and the sweet
And hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops
I'm stressin dirty dirty
Gone it to the t-top
Born and bred up on the top
Get to the money and the spot
And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see

Shit, cops and niggas be bound to get them dollars and cents
They get in a slump like baseball players when they short on they
Anything goin you ain't knowin how much YOU spent
But in the real world you surrounded by ladies and gents
Who around you cause you be buyin all the weed and all the chicken
everybody, smokin em out
When you was though they was missin
Now you ridin bout fo' deep, startin to up your suspension
And your baby mamma on support, my fault, forget to mention
You don't even have a checking account wasn't thinking about no
I to work at Steak 'N' Ale, Old Gold off in the kitchen
Had determination and graduated, now I got the rap world fascinated
I wanted a piece of the pie for me and my family so I it
Continue to sell dope, payin the bills so you gon' do it
But got this new policy, three strikes and you're ruined
Now where your crew at?

I'm strictly stressin dirty
Gone represent it to the
Born and bred up on the top
Get to the and the sweet spot
And hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops
I'm strictly stressin dirty
Gone it to the t-top
and bred up on the street top
Get to the and the sweet spot
And forever "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops

Ay, me and my buddy on the cut and they know we serving em
We watch what we doing, and look out for Joe Nab
And re-ing up and standing on this same old block
Before our gangsta ass partner get both of us
talking cause they making some flow
But still ain't did nothing that ain't been before
You can't be to showcase, just put it down for your spot
And improvise and work that little you got
So I think when I selling my last sack
I'mma take some of this money, go and give some
people won't forget about the time you gave, knowmsayin?
And start thinking a path to pave

I'm strictly stressin dirty
Gone represent it to the
Born and bred up on the top
Get to the money and the spot
And hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops
I'm strictly stressin dirty
represent it to the t-top
Born and up on the street top
Get to the money and the sweet
And forever "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops