Luyện nghe bài hát Slump

From front to back street, listen, we on a
To get right, workin street corner in the
Picture the scene, these with fire
Ten dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, believe that
I'm wit whateva Wheatstraw
Stuck servin my raw
Drop sixty-two off the brick, jump
over now that's mo' money to get
Slick, we fin' to lick on this without gettin caught
But time, keep a and money gettin short
that 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 more when we do things
life is like shakin the dice, but I buck back twice
Like five-deuce, fo'-trey,

I'm strictly 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
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 hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see

Shit, cops and robbers niggas be to get them dollars and cents
They get in a slump baseball players when they short on they rent
Anything goin you ain't knowin how much money YOU
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 fo' deep, startin to tear up your suspension
And your baby mamma on support, my fault, forget to mention
You don't even have a checking account wasn't about no pension
I used to work at Steak 'N' Ale, Old Gold off in the
Had determination and graduated, now I got the rap world fascinated
I wanted a piece of the pie for me and my family so I it
Continue to sell dope, it's payin the so you gon' do it
But got this new policy, three strikes and you're ruined
Now your crew at? Yeah

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 strictly dirty dirty
represent it to the t-top
Born and bred up on the top
Get to the money and the sweet
And hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops

Ay, me and my buddy on the cut and they we serving em slabs
We watch what we doing, and look out for Joe Nab
And quit re-ing up and standing on same old block
Before our gangsta ass partner get 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 for your spot
And improvise and work with that you got
So I think when I finish selling my sack
I'mma take some of this money, go and some back
Cause won't forget about the time you gave, knowmsayin?
And start thinking bout a to pave

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