Luyện nghe bài hát Bonafide Hustler

Yeah, I'm a kind of nigga with mines, you know?
I grind, I gets my paper, you what 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 it's fuck, ya
If you, play with mine, I can match it from behind
my nine, I'm a bonafide hustler

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

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

I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get out of line, cut ya
Me, I'm bout my paper fuck, ya
If you, play games with mine, I can it from behind
my nine
I'm a bonafide hustler, get out of line, I'll cut ya
Me, I'm bout my paper 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 to get a bird
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 in they backpacks
Come and get it we got it, take a trip to the
You see the police, but we gon' sell our regardless
You niggaz know me, from fillin' up 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 already
I don't trust no hoes, that's how T got
He a bitch where his stash was, she told it to the cops
Me and Priest had the streets on
He'd break down the blocks, I'd open up shop around the
And I ain't stop, so soon as you come 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 bout my paper fuck, ya
If you, games with 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 bout my paper fuck, ya
If you, play games with mine, I can match it from
my nine, I'm a bonafide hustler

You I'm a hustler ey
Now I'm down South and that's my word
I'm on the Greyhound bout to move these
And if these don't let me sling
I'm out robbin' everything
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 juice and a tank of LSD
And a thousand pills of kind of ecstasy
Hash, hashish, I a sixty-two
When I was younger with my crew I had them niggaz glue
It's 40's to the gram to them and bamas
And I can chef up a miracle Arm and Hammer
I'm a hustler, man I the fiends
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 bonafide hustler, get out of line, I'll cut ya
Me, I'm bout my it's fuck, ya
If you, games with mine, I can match it from behind
With my nine, I'm a bonafide