Luyện nghe bài hát Slump

From front to back street, listen, we on a
To get right, workin corner in the midnight
Picture the scene, these with fire
Ten dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, believe that
I'm wit whateva like
Stuck servin my raw
Drop off the brick, jump back
Twenty now that's mo' money to get
Slick, we fin' to lick on this corner without gettin
But time, a sleepin and money gettin short
Plus that crooked cop Brock think we 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 shakin the dice, but I buck back twice
five-deuce, fo'-trey, okay

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

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
goin you ain't knowin how much money YOU spent
But in the world you surrounded by these ladies and gents
Who hang around you cause you be buyin all the and all the chicken
Feedin everybody, em out
When you was broke they was missin
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 even have a checking wasn't thinking about no pension
I used to at Steak 'N' Ale, Old Gold off in the kitchen
Had determination and graduated, now I got the 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 at? Yeah

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 forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" we see cops
I'm stressin dirty 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 what we doing, and out for Joe Nab
And quit up and standing on this same old block
Before our gangsta ass get both of us shot
Niggas talking cause making some flow
But still did nothing that ain't been done before
You can't be to showcase, just put it down for your spot
And improvise and work with that you got
So I when I finish selling my last sack
I'mma take some of this money, go and some back
Cause people won't forget about the time you gave,
And start thinking bout a 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!" when we see
I'm strictly dirty dirty
Gone 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