Luyện nghe bài hát Slump

From front to street, listen, we on a mission
To get right, workin 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
sixty-two off the brick, jump back
Twenty over now mo' money to get
Slick, we fin' to lick on this without gettin caught
But time, keep a and money gettin short
Plus crooked cop Brock think we blow slangin (fuck him)
That why he ride the hole with the do' swangin
But I make moves, shake them tricks up out they
Be more precise we do things
Cause life is like shakin the dice, but I buck back
Like five-deuce, fo'-trey,

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
I'm strictly dirty dirty
Gone represent it to the
Born and bred up on the top
Get to the money and the sweet
And forever "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops

Shit, and robbers niggas be bound to get them dollars and cents
They get in a like baseball players when they short on they rent
Anything goin you ain't knowin how much money YOU
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
Feedin everybody, em out
When you was broke though was missin
Now you ridin bout fo' deep, to tear up your suspension
And baby mamma on child support, my fault, forget to mention
You don't even have a checking wasn't thinking about no pension
I used to work at 'N' Ale, Old Gold off in the kitchen
Had determination and graduated, now I got the whole rap fascinated
I wanted a piece of the pie for me and my family so I it
Continue to sell dope, payin the bills 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 hollering "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 and the sweet spot
And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" we see cops

Ay, me and my buddy on the cut and they know we em slabs
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 get both of us shot
talking cause they making some flow
But still ain't did nothing ain't been done before
You can't be trying to showcase, just put it for your spot
And improvise and work with little you got
So I think when I finish selling my last
take some of this money, go and give some back
Cause people forget about the time you gave, knowmsayin?
And start thinking a path to pave

I'm strictly stressin dirty
Gone represent it to the
and bred up on the street top
Get to the money and the sweet
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 hollering "Hootie Hoo!" we see cops