Luyện nghe bài hát 1-900-hustler

{1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at boy
What's the problem
Yeah man
I'm the only nigga from out here man
I'm to lock the spot down, holla at me
Alright, on, Hova, line one}

Here's a couple of suggestions of how you finesse it
You find a dude in town, you send him a message
Say, "Hey, I'm new in town, I know my way around
But I got some soft white that's sure to back brown
I get butter all night
'Cause most niggaz know a brick from a bike
They keep hard white
And if you free tomorrow we can meet and discuss price
FYI, I been robbed in my life"

Or you a chick, shit, you hole up in her crib and
Let her you 'round town like her man
Shake hands, make friends it's all innocent
Then before they look up you the town cook-up
Or gorilla pimp, up on that killer shit
Take a nigga brick, smack him, you sell it back to them
Still there

Yeah yeah gangsta, I think I'ma roll with that one
out a check for eight hundred dollars
Jigga Man,

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

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

Talkin' chill, chill don't pay the bills
Yeah I feel
I you well connected dog
Let me holla at somebody
Alight look, I got the perfect for you, hold on
Bleek, line

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

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

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

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

Nigga too close went right his place
(Yo!)
You stoppin' dough when we the gats?
I know you heard "Friend or Foe," this ain't different from
Make sure you got four-four and he can slip if he like
Young, Jon Benet a mission tonight and yo
Until you up stay away from them and whores
Three smuts, two and a Dyke
Can pause rumbles two streaks and a pipe for sure

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

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

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