Luyện nghe bài hát Automatic

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

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

Payin' the
'Cause I write nothin' down
I keep it all in my head,
my business, memory like an elephant

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It don't matter if you or bleedin'
Whether backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in
You pokin' or speedin'
All that counts to motherfuckers is if you broke or succeedin'

I'm used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'
Stayin' focused while feedin', so I choke what I'm eatin'
I'm lookin' for towns to put the and the weed in
To sit with white folks in a meetin', believe it

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

Paid my dues, obeyed the
to the script, me and the click
All a my and all a my dawgs
the mustard and mayonnaise on vogues

Feelin' em up, 'em down
Bossin' and all over the town
Hardest Benzes ya ever heard
In ya life man, that down

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

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