Luyện nghe bài hát Bonafide Hustler

Yeah, I'm a special kind of nigga with mines, you
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 my paper it's fuck, ya
If you, play games with mine, I can it from behind
With my nine, I'm a hustler

They say heaven's for church and hell's for the heathens
So I'ma just ball the fuck out I'm breathin'
Eighth after eighth, what'chu about that fast flip?
Crack spots, smoky suckin' on that glass dick
Now Sham stay askin' for a 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, to food stamps, we stackin it all

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

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

I out here for too long, I deserve to get a bird
The fiends know my name now from standin' on curb
I got blood on my shirt, and a handful of
A bunch of lil' niggaz with dime sacks in they
Come and get it we got it, take a trip to the
You see the police, but we gon' sell our dope
You know me, from fillin' up your heron needles
I'm connected with people 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 trust no hoes, that's how T got popped
He showed a bitch where his was, she told it to the cops
Me and Priest had the streets on
break down the blocks, I'd open up shop around the clock
And I ain't gon' stop, so soon as you come from the pen
We at it again, we 'em for ten my nigga

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

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

3 gal's of dust and a tank of LSD
And a pills of every kind of ecstasy
Hash, hashish, I bought a
When I was younger with my I had them niggaz sniffin' glue
It's to the gram to them 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 I'll you a dream

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