Luyện nghe bài hát Automatic

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

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

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

Chasin' the dream, up for cream
Special represented tactics
out for teams and infrared beams
Pointed at domes, and backs, and

Fire hydrants, ambulance
Suspended license, police
what it all boils down to
Is basically the wisest

Ooh, my made of granite
down my spit so you squares can understand it
I come in here empty handed
I in here on business and y'all gone retrospect it dammit

Been out the game, did mane
Vallejeo I claim, made the
Feel my pain, fame
Magazine hustla mane

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

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

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

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

I'm gettin' off again
Y'all must ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in
The often been, blowin' sticky
That come in the same jars that they stick in

And I got offerin'
But I play hard to get, unless they suck me my dick soft again
You lookin' at the way the coast to 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 what you do
Just on hustlin' on the grind

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

It don't if you locin' or bleedin'
Whether it's or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in
You slow or speedin'
All counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or succeedin'

I'm used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'
Stayin' focused feedin', so I don't choke what I'm eatin'
I'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the 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 streets the fame
Ain't nothin' lame or game about my game

Paid my dues, the rules
to the script, me and the click
All a my and all a my dawgs
Ridin' the and mayonnaise on vogues

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

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

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