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

They say heaven's for goers 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?
spots, smoky fiends suckin' on that glass dick
Now Sham stay for a dime for 9
tell you what, I'll hook you up just one last time
Customs is son is pumpin' watch the packs dissolve
Singles, to food stamps, we stackin it all

That's that joint what's his name son? I don't
That nigga with the guitar that sing "Gone 'Til November"
I do a in the rain, hydroplanin'
Lamborghini Diablo, painted
Got that burnin', got the burner in the stash
Hit the hazards, hit the AC, then it out the dash
If fag-o in the club sonnin', niggaz start
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 my paper it's fuck, ya
If you, games with mine, I can match it from behind
my nine
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 match it from
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 this
I got blood on my shirt, and a handful of
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 gon' our dope regardless
You niggaz know me, from fillin' up heron needles
I'm connected them people who don't speak no english

We ain't scared of the roll, we get it and go
You see them tags nigga you already know
I don't no hoes, that's how T got popped
He showed a bitch where his stash was, she it to the cops
Me and Priest had the on lock
He'd break down the blocks, I'd up shop around the clock
And I ain't gon' stop, so soon as you 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 games with mine, I can match it from
my nine
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 nine, I'm a hustler

You know I'm a ey
Now I'm headed South and that's my word
I'm on the Greyhound bout to move these
And if these niggaz don't let me
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 pounds of

3 gal's of dust juice and a of LSD
And a pills of every kind of ecstasy
Hash, hashish, I bought a
I was younger with my crew I had them niggaz sniffin' glue
It's 40's to the gram to them truckers and
And I can up a miracle with Arm and Hammer
I'm a hustler, man I supply the
I'm a hustler, I'll sell you a dream

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, 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 nine, I'm a hustler