Luyện nghe bài hát Bonafide Hustler

Yeah, I'm a special kind of nigga mines, you know?
I grind, I gets my paper, you know I mean? Ha ha ha, oh yeah

I'm a hustler, nigga get out of line, I'll cut ya
Me, I'm bout my paper fuck, ya
If you, play games with mine, I can match it behind
my nine, I'm a bonafide hustler

They say heaven's for church goers and for the heathens
So I'ma ball the fuck out while I'm breathin'
Eighth after eighth, know about that fast flip?
Crack spots, smoky fiends on that glass dick
Now stay askin' for a dime for 9
I'll tell you what, I'll hook you up just one last
is comin' son is pumpin' watch the packs dissolve
Singles, C-notes to stamps, we stackin it all

That's joint what's his name son? I don't remember
That Haitian nigga the guitar that sing "Gone 'Til November"
I do a buck-forty in the rain,
Diablo, candy painted
Got hydro burnin', got the burner in the stash
Hit the hazards, hit the AC, then it come out the
If fag-o in the sonnin', niggaz start dumbin'
Start shootin' and I ain't strapped, fuck it I'm

I'm a hustler, nigga get out of line, I'll cut ya
Me, I'm bout my paper fuck, ya
If you, play games with mine, I can match it from
my nine
I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get out of line, cut ya
Me, I'm my paper it's fuck, ya
If you, play games with mine, I can match it from
my nine, I'm a bonafide hustler

I been out here for too long, I deserve to get a
The fiends know my name now from on this curb
I got on my shirt, and a handful of crack
A bunch of lil' niggaz with dime sacks in they
and get it we got it, take a trip to the projects
You see the police, but we gon' sell our dope
You niggaz know me, from up your heron needles
I'm connected with them who don't speak no english

We ain't of the roll, we just get it and go
You see them Tennessee tags nigga you know
I don't no hoes, that's how T got popped
He showed a bitch his stash was, she told it to the cops
Me and Priest had the on lock
He'd break down the blocks, I'd up shop around the clock
And I ain't gon' stop, so soon as you home from the pen
We at it again, we 'em for ten my nigga

I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get out of line, cut ya
Me, I'm my paper it's fuck, ya
If you, play games mine, I can match it from behind
With my
I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get out of line, cut ya
Me, I'm bout my it's fuck, ya
If you, play games with mine, I can it from behind
With my nine, I'm a bonafide

You I'm a hustler ey
Now I'm headed down and that's my word
I'm on the Greyhound bout to these birds
And if these niggaz let me sling
I'm out there robbin'
Got a new mac, and a P-89
Ya's a hustler, man I on the grind
9 of heroin, a 100 grams of coke
12 o's of mushrooms, 2 pounds of

3 gal's of dust juice and a of LSD
And a thousand of every kind of ecstasy
Hash, hashish, I bought a
When I was younger with my crew I had them niggaz glue
It's 40's to the gram to truckers and bamas
And I can up a miracle with Arm and Hammer
I'm a hustler, man I supply the
I'm a hustler, nigga sell you a dream

I'm a hustler, nigga get out of line, I'll cut ya
Me, I'm bout my it's fuck, ya
If you, play games with mine, I can it from behind
With my
I'm a bonafide hustler, get out of line, I'll cut ya
Me, I'm bout my paper fuck, ya
If you, play with mine, I can match it from behind
With my nine, I'm a bonafide