Luyện nghe bài hát Slump

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

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 forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" 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

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

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

Ay, me and my buddy on the cut and they know we serving em
We better what we doing, and look out for Joe Nab
And quit re-ing up and standing on this same old
our gangsta ass partner get both of us shot
Niggas cause they making some flow
But still ain't did that ain't been done before
You can't be trying to showcase, just put it for your spot
And improvise and with that little you got
So I when I finish selling my last sack
I'mma take some of this money, go and some back
people won't forget about the time you gave, knowmsayin?
And start thinking a path to pave

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