Luyện nghe bài hát Automatic

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

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

the rent
'Cause I don't 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, sirens
Suspended license, police
what it all boils down to
Is basically the wisest

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

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

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

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
Just keep on hustlin' on the

Ladies and gentlemen, it's ghetto F A Beezy, F A
Bustas hate me 'cause I f'ed breezies
Playboy, techs spray easy
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 honey gone be
ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly
The look 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
come in the same jars that they stick coffee in

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

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

To all you playas out hustlin'
And all my thugs that be
To all you playas out there
And all my that 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 that counts to motherfuckers is if you broke or succeedin'

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

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

Paid my dues, 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, 'em down
and flossin' all over the town
Hardest state Benzes ya heard
In ya man, write that down

Automatic, systematic, do what you do
Just keep that 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 thugs that be
To all you playas out there
And all my thugs that be