Luyện nghe bài hát Slump

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

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

Shit, cops and robbers niggas be bound to get them dollars and
They get in a slump like players when they short on they rent
goin you ain't knowin how much money YOU spent
But in the real world you surrounded by these ladies and
Who hang you cause you be buyin all the weed and all the chicken
everybody, smokin em out
When you was broke though was missin
Now you ridin fo' deep, startin to tear up your suspension
And baby mamma on child support, my fault, forget to mention
You even have a checking account wasn't thinking about no pension
I used to work at Steak 'N' Ale, Old off in the kitchen
Had and graduated, now I got the whole rap world fascinated
I wanted a piece of the pie for me and my family so I it
Continue to dope, it's 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 dirty dirty
Gone it to the t-top
Born and up on the street top
Get to the money and the sweet
And hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops
I'm strictly stressin dirty
Gone represent it to the
Born and up on the street top
Get to the money and the spot
And forever "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops

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

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