Luyện nghe bài hát Bonafide Hustler

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

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

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

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 games with mine, I can 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, play games mine, I can match it from behind
With my nine, I'm a bonafide

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

We ain't of the roll, we just get it and go
You see them Tennessee tags nigga you already
I don't trust no hoes, that's how T got
He showed a bitch where his stash was, she it to the cops
Me and had the streets on lock
He'd break down the blocks, I'd up shop around the clock
And I ain't gon' stop, so as you come home from the pen
We at it again, we gettin' 'em for ten 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 games with mine, I can match it from
my nine
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 games with mine, I can it from behind
my nine, I'm a bonafide hustler

You know I'm a ey
Now I'm headed down South and that's my
I'm on the Greyhound bout to these birds
And if these don't let me sling
I'm out there robbin'
Got a new mac, and a P-89
a hustler, man I stay on the grind
9 grams of heroin, a 100 grams of
12 o's of mushrooms, 2 of smoke

3 gal's of juice and a tank of LSD
And a pills of every kind of ecstasy
Hash, hashish, I bought a
When I was younger my crew I had them niggaz sniffin' 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 I'll you a dream

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 my paper it's fuck, ya
If you, play games with mine, I can match it behind
With my nine, I'm a hustler