Luyện nghe bài hát Bonafide Hustler

Yeah, I'm a kind of nigga with mines, you know?
I grind, I my paper, you know what I mean? Ha ha ha, oh yeah

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 from
my nine, I'm a bonafide hustler

They say heaven's for church and hell's for the heathens
So I'ma just the fuck out while 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, I'll hook you up just one last
Customs is comin' son is pumpin' watch the dissolve
Singles, C-notes to food stamps, we it all

That's that joint what's his name son? I remember
Haitian nigga with the guitar that sing "Gone 'Til November"
I do a in the rain, hydroplanin'
Lamborghini Diablo, painted
Got that hydro burnin', got the burner in the
Hit the hazards, hit the AC, then it out the dash
If in the club 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 paper fuck, ya
If you, play with 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, play games with mine, I can match it from
my nine, I'm a bonafide hustler

I been out for too long, I deserve to get a bird
The fiends know my name now from on this curb
I got blood on my shirt, and a handful of
A bunch of lil' niggaz with dime in they backpacks
Come and get it we got it, take a to the projects
You see the police, but we sell our dope regardless
You niggaz me, from fillin' 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 Tennessee nigga you already know
I don't trust no hoes, how T got popped
He showed a bitch where his stash was, she told it to the
Me and Priest had the on lock
He'd break down the blocks, I'd up shop around the clock
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 my paper it's fuck, ya
If you, play with mine, I can match it from behind
my nine
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
my nine, I'm a bonafide hustler

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

3 gal's of dust juice and a 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 niggaz sniffin' glue
It's 40's to the gram to truckers 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 sell you a

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 it from behind
my nine, I'm a bonafide hustler