Luyện nghe bài hát Bonafide Hustler

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

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
With my nine, I'm a hustler

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

That's joint what's his name 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, candy
Got that hydro burnin', got the burner in the
Hit the hazards, hit the AC, then it out the dash
If fag-o in the club sonnin', niggaz 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 with mine, I can match it from
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 match it behind
my nine, I'm a bonafide hustler

I out here 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 of crack
A of lil' niggaz with dime sacks in they backpacks
Come and get it we got it, a trip to the projects
You see the police, but we sell our dope regardless
You know me, from fillin' up your 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 Tennessee tags nigga you already
I don't trust no hoes, that's how T got
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 open up shop the clock
And I ain't gon' stop, so soon as you come from the pen
We at it again, we 'em for ten my nigga

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
my nine
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 mine, I can match it from behind
With my nine, I'm a hustler

You I'm a hustler ey
Now I'm headed down South and my word
I'm on the Greyhound bout to these birds
And if these niggaz let me sling
I'm out there everything
Got a new mac, and a P-89
a hustler, man I stay on the grind
9 grams of heroin, a 100 grams of
12 o's of mushrooms, 2 pounds of

3 gal's of dust juice and a of LSD
And a thousand pills of every of ecstasy
Hash, hashish, I a sixty-two
I was younger with my crew I had them niggaz sniffin' 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 supply the
I'm a hustler, nigga I'll sell you a

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 match it 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 with mine, I can match it from behind
my nine, I'm a bonafide hustler