Luyện nghe bài hát Automatic

Automatic, systematic, do you do playa
Just that money on ya mind
In the traffic, status, do what you do playa
Just on hustlin' on the grind

Do the scale, stackin' my mil
the law, stayin' out of jail
Possession of sales, all sales
charges, hate betrayals

Payin' the
'Cause I don't write nothin'
I it all in my head, intelligent
About my business, memory an elephant

Chasin' the dream, suit up for
represented tactics team
They out for teams and beams
Pointed at domes, and backs, and

Fire hydrants, ambulance
Suspended license, indictments
Righteously it all boils down to
Is basically who's the

Ooh, my heart made of
Slow my spit so you squares can understand it
I didn't come in here empty
I came in here on business and gone retrospect it dammit

Been out the game, did mane
Vallejeo I claim, the name
my pain, ghetto fame
Magazine street mane

Messin' around in the fast
Chevy, Cougars and
Novas, Granadas, and
Project livin' and housin'

Automatic, systematic, do what you do
Just keep money on ya mind
(I got my mind on my money and my on my mind, uh)
In the traffic, baller status, do what you do
keep on hustlin' on the grind

Ladies and gentlemen, ghetto F A Beezy, F A Sheezy
Bustas me 'cause I f'ed they breezies
Playboy, these techs easy
you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy

I get on the grind
So if you got ya mind on my money, I put some on ya mind
Ya honey be mine
'Cause ya diamond forecast is partly
The kids look on the shine

I'm ticked off again
Y'all must like in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in
The click been, blowin' sticky
come in the same jars that they stick coffee in

And I got offerin'
But I play hard to get, unless suck me 'til my dick soft again
You lookin' at the way the coast to G do it
From the Brooklyn to the Bay, the hook in by the way, oh

Automatic, systematic, do what you do
keep that money on ya mind
In the traffic, baller status, do you do playa
Just keep on on the grind

To all you playas out hustlin'
And all my thugs be thuggin'
To all you playas out there
And all my that be thuggin'

It don't matter if you locin' or
Whether it's backwards or zig zags ya ya weed in
You slow pokin' or
All that counts to motherfuckers is if you broke or succeedin'

I'm gettin' to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'
focused while feedin', so I don't choke what I'm eatin'
I'm for towns to put the coke and the weed in
To sit with folks in a meetin', please believe it

I used to sell tapes up out my and slang Cain
Respected on the streets the fame
Ain't nothin' lame or game about my game

my dues, obeyed the rules
Stuck to the script, me and the
All a my fellows and all a my
Ridin' the mustard and on vogues

em up, sittin' 'em down
Bossin' and flossin' all the town
Hardest state ya ever heard
In ya life man, write that

Automatic, systematic, do what you do
Just keep that on ya mind
In the traffic, status, do what you do playa
keep on hustlin' on the grind

To all you out there hustlin'
And all my that be thuggin'
To all you playas out there
And all my that be thuggin'