Luyện nghe bài hát Automatic

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Messin' in the fast lane
Chevy, Cougars and
Novas, Granadas, and
Project livin' and public

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

Ladies and gentlemen, it's F A Beezy, F A Sheezy
Bustas me 'cause I f'ed they breezies
Playboy, techs spray 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 money on ya
Ya honey be mine
ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly
The kids look on the shine

I'm gettin' ticked off
Y'all must like ridin' in long black that they stick coffins in
The click often been, blowin'
That come in the jars that they stick coffee in

And I got chicks
But I play hard to get, unless 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
keep that money on ya mind
In the traffic, baller status, do what you do
Just keep on hustlin' on the

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

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

I'm gettin' used to strokin' and sweetin', and skeetin'
Stayin' 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 white folks in a meetin', please believe it

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

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

Feelin' em up, sittin' 'em
Bossin' and all over the town
state Benzes ya ever heard
In ya life man, write that

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

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