Luyện nghe bài hát Slump

From front to back street, listen, we on a
To get right, street corner in the midnight
Picture the scene, fiends with fire
Ten dollar dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, that
I'm wit like Wheatstraw
Stuck servin my raw
Drop off the brick, jump back
over now that's mo' money to get
Slick, we to lick on this corner without gettin caught
But time, keep a and money gettin short
Plus that cop Brock think we blow slangin (fuck him)
why he ride through the hole with the do' swangin
But I moves, shake them tricks up out they shoestrings
Be more precise when we do
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 sweet
And forever "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 when they short on they
goin you ain't knowin how much money YOU spent
But in the real world you surrounded by these and gents
Who hang around you cause you be buyin all the weed and all the
everybody, smokin em out
When you was broke though they was
Now you ridin bout fo' deep, to tear up your suspension
And your mamma on child support, my fault, forget to mention
You don't even have a checking account wasn't thinking no pension
I used to at Steak 'N' Ale, Old Gold off in the kitchen
Had and graduated, now I got the whole 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, strikes and you're ruined
Now where crew at? Yeah

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

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

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