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 bonafide hustler, 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

They say heaven's for church goers and for the heathens
So I'ma just ball the fuck out I'm breathin'
Eighth eighth, what'chu know about that fast flip?
Crack spots, smoky fiends on that glass dick
Now Sham askin' for a dime for 9
I'll tell you what, 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 joint his name son? I don't remember
Haitian nigga with the guitar that sing "Gone 'Til November"
I do a in the rain, hydroplanin'
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 and I ain't strapped, fuck it I'm runnin'

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
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 nine, I'm a hustler

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

We ain't 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 Priest had the on lock
He'd break down the blocks, I'd open up shop 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 paper 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 it's fuck, ya
If you, play with mine, I can match it from behind
With my nine, I'm a bonafide

You I'm a hustler ey
Now I'm headed South and that's my word
I'm on the bout to move these birds
And if niggaz don't let me sling
I'm out there robbin'
Got a brand new mac, and a
Ya's a hustler, man I on the grind
9 grams of heroin, a 100 of coke
12 o's of mushrooms, 2 pounds of

3 gal's of dust 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 I had them niggaz sniffin' glue
It's 40's to the gram to truckers and bamas
And I can chef up a miracle with Arm and
I'm a hustler, man I the fiends
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 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 my paper it's fuck, ya
If you, play games with mine, I can it from behind
With my nine, I'm a hustler