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 what I 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
my nine, I'm a bonafide hustler

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

That's that joint what's his 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, painted
Got that hydro burnin', got the in the stash
Hit the hazards, hit the AC, then it come out the
If fag-o in the sonnin', niggaz start dumbin'
Start 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 it's fuck, ya
If you, play games with mine, I can match it 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
my nine, I'm a bonafide hustler

I been out for too long, I deserve to get a bird
The fiends my name now from standin' on this curb
I got blood on my shirt, and a 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 them people who don't speak no english

We scared of the roll, we just get it and go
You see them tags nigga you already 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 had the streets on lock
He'd break down the blocks, I'd up shop around the clock
And I gon' stop, so soon as you come home from the pen
We at it again, we gettin' 'em for ten my

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
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
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 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 grams of heroin, a 100 grams of
12 o's of mushrooms, 2 of smoke

3 gal's of dust juice and a of LSD
And a thousand pills of every of ecstasy
Hash, hashish, I a sixty-two
When I was younger with my crew I had them niggaz sniffin'
40's to the gram to them truckers and bamas
And I can chef up a miracle Arm and Hammer
I'm a hustler, man I supply the
I'm a hustler, nigga I'll sell you a

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
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
my nine, I'm a bonafide hustler