Luyện nghe bài hát Slump

From front to street, listen, we on a mission
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 whateva Wheatstraw
Stuck 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 and money gettin short
Plus that crooked cop Brock think we blow (fuck him)
That why he through the hole with the do' swangin
But I make moves, shake them up out they shoestrings
Be more when we do things
Cause life is shakin the dice, but I buck back twice
five-deuce, fo'-trey, okay

I'm strictly stressin dirty
Gone represent it to the
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 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!" we see cops

Shit, cops and robbers niggas be bound to get them dollars and
They get in a like baseball players when they short on they rent
Anything goin you ain't how much money YOU spent
But in the real world you by these ladies and gents
Who hang around you cause you be all the weed and all the chicken
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 child support, my fault, to mention
You don't have a checking account wasn't 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 rap world fascinated
I wanted a of the pie for me and my family so I made it
to sell dope, it's payin 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 strictly dirty dirty
Gone represent it to the
Born and bred up on the top
Get to the money and the spot
And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see
I'm strictly stressin dirty
represent it to the t-top
Born and bred up on the top
Get to the money and the sweet
And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" 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 re-ing up and standing on this same old block
Before our gangsta ass partner get both of us
Niggas cause they making some flow
But still ain't did nothing that ain't been done
You be trying to showcase, just put it down for your spot
And improvise and work that little you got
So I think when I finish selling my sack
I'mma take of this money, go and give some back
Cause people forget about the time you gave, knowmsayin?
And start bout a path to pave

I'm strictly stressin dirty
represent it to the t-top
Born and 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
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