Luyện nghe bài hát Slump

From to back street, listen, we on a mission
To get right, street corner in the midnight
Picture the scene, these with fire
Ten dollar dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, believe
I'm wit like Wheatstraw
servin my cocaine 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 sleepin and money gettin
Plus that crooked cop Brock think we slangin (fuck him)
That why he ride through the hole the do' swangin
But I make moves, shake them tricks up out they
Be more precise when we do
Cause life is like shakin the dice, but I buck 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 and the sweet spot
And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" we see cops
I'm strictly stressin dirty
represent 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, cops and niggas be bound to get them dollars and cents
They get in a slump like players when they short on they rent
Anything goin you ain't knowin how much YOU spent
But in the real world you surrounded by ladies 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 on child support, my fault, forget to mention
You don't have a checking account wasn't thinking about no pension
I used to work at 'N' Ale, Old Gold off in the kitchen
Had and graduated, now I got the whole rap world fascinated
I wanted a piece of the pie for me and my so I made it
Continue to 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 stressin dirty
represent it to the t-top
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 stressin dirty
Gone it to the t-top
Born and bred up on the 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 they we serving em slabs
We better watch 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 of us shot
Niggas talking cause they making flow
But still ain't did nothing that ain't been done
You can't be to showcase, just put it down for your spot
And improvise and work that little you got
So I think when I selling my last sack
I'mma take some of this money, go and give back
Cause people won't forget the time you gave, knowmsayin?
And start thinking bout a to pave

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 strictly stressin dirty
represent 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