Luyện nghe bài hát Slump

From to back street, listen, we on a mission
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
Stuck servin my raw
Drop off the brick, jump back
Twenty over now mo' money to get
Slick, we to lick on this corner without gettin caught
But time, a sleepin 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, shake tricks up out they shoestrings
Be precise when we do things
Cause life is like the dice, but I buck back twice
five-deuce, fo'-trey, okay

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 hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops
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

Shit, cops and robbers niggas be bound to get dollars and cents
They get in a slump like baseball players they short on they rent
goin you ain't knowin how much money YOU spent
But in the world you surrounded by these ladies and gents
Who hang you cause you be buyin all the weed and all the chicken
everybody, smokin em out
When you was broke though they was
Now you ridin bout fo' deep, startin to tear up suspension
And your baby on child support, my fault, forget to mention
You don't have a checking account 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 whole rap world
I wanted a piece of the pie for me and my so I made it
to sell dope, it's payin the bills so you gon' do it
But legislation got this new policy, three and you're ruined
Now where your crew at?

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 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 money and the spot
And forever "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops

Ay, me and my on the cut and they know we serving em slabs
We better watch we doing, and look out for Joe Nab
And quit re-ing up and on this same old block
Before our gangsta ass get both of us shot
Niggas talking cause they some flow
But still ain't did that ain't been done before
You can't be to showcase, just put it down for your spot
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 forget about the you gave, knowmsayin?
And start thinking bout a 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 forever "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops
I'm stressin dirty dirty
represent it to the t-top
Born and up on the street top
Get to the and the sweet spot
And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see