Luyện nghe bài hát 1-900-hustler

{1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at boy
What's the shorty?
Yeah man
I'm the only from Brooklyn out here man
I'm tryin' to lock the spot down, at me
Alright, hold on, Hova, line

Here's a couple of of how you could finesse it
You find a dude in town, you him a short message
Say, "Hey, I'm new in town, I don't know my way
But I got some soft white sure to come back brown
I get that butter all
'Cause most niggaz don't know a from a bike
They buyin' hard white
And if you free tomorrow night we can meet and discuss
FYI, I never been in my life"

Or you find a chick, shit, you hole up in her and
Let her introduce you 'round like her man
Shake hands, make like it's all innocent
before they look up you sellin' the town cook-up
Or gorilla pimp, come up on that shit
Take a brick, smack him, then you sell it back to them
Still Brooklyn?

yeah that's gangsta, I think I'ma roll with that one
Make out a check for hundred dollars
Man, holla

{1-900 Hustler, Sigel, at your boy
Sig? This Chris out the Young Guns dog

I'm ready to smash these in the rap game
The niggaz takin' too long with advance money and shit

Talkin' 'bout chill, chill don't pay the
I feel that
I know you well dog
Let me at somebody real
Alight look, I got the perfect person for you, on
Bleek, two}

Listen shorty, you wanna roll just me the word
I ain't got time for a all that shit is absurd
You find a strip first, if you cook find a bitch first
If you don't hustle find a nigga who first
You new in town, no red and blue in town, there's
get fresh, let 'em know you small change
The strong move quiet, the weak start
We know you got a brick but sell 'em 'til they tired

With no credit, you know you with that gotta eat fetish
And other niggaz who it dead it
Make 'em an offer that can't refuse
He resists, box him in, he can't be moved
Here's the rules, it, bag it, stash it, stack it
Get in, get out - a O.G.'s classic
900-Hustler, you pass it
speak to me direct, hit extension trey-pound, I'm out

{1-900 Hustler, Sigel, holla at dog
What seem to be the problem boy?
Yo whattup, this murder def homicide nigga
I got two
Yo watch your mouth man
Fuck you mean watch my mouth
Been on for about two hours nigga
I don't give a fuck how long you been on the
Shut the fuck up! Matter of fact, on
I know this ain't just put, put me on hold man
This bullshit, ass music
Free, pick up line

First things first, watch what you say out mouth
you talkin' on the phone to hustlers
Never play the house, think drought, heat in the couch
When you in the presence of customers
hold out, pull out, throw heat and be out
If a nigga ever that he touchin' ya
Lay low, get cake, all over the state
Stash dough, whip yay with, right amount of
(Hoe!)

too close went right around his place
(Yo!)
You stoppin' when we clutchin' the gats?
I know you heard "Friend or Foe," this different from that
Make sure you got your four-four and he can slip if he
Young, Jon Benet doin' a mission and yo
Until you up stay from them dice and whores
Three smuts, two streaks and a
Can pause one-three two streaks and a pipe for sure

And if it's tight, then he might come back for
and four, everyday back and forth
Winter to summer,
Pass the number you're stackin' balls
Tell you how to weigh shit wet and more
I take cash or write the out to F-R
Two E's, be two G's
And forget my money I'm comin' for all ki's, nigga

{1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at boy dog
Yo whattup young, you put me on hold man what happened
Yeah you stupid
MDKHN, Watch mouth man
You talkin' all on the phone
Fuck you this the,
Get hotline or somethin' motherfucker?
Yo, my bad man, my bad
I know I was talkin' reckless earlier them two chickens
You get it, you know, two chickens? But

Just tell me how to move this man
I'm pushin' hardly half a wing nigga, holla
Get a job, at Purdue!}