Luyện nghe bài hát Slump

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

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

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

I'm stressin dirty dirty
Gone represent it to the
and bred up on the street top
Get to the money and the spot
And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see
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 "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops

Ay, me and my buddy on the cut and know we serving em slabs
We better watch 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 talking cause they some flow
But still ain't did nothing that been done before
You can't be trying to showcase, just put it down for your
And improvise and with that little you got
So I think when I finish my last sack
I'mma take some of this money, go and give back
Cause people won't about the time you gave, knowmsayin?
And start thinking a path to pave

I'm strictly dirty dirty
Gone represent it to the
and bred up on the street top
Get to the and the sweet spot
And hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops
I'm strictly dirty 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!" we see cops