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 I mean? 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 from
With my nine, I'm a bonafide

They say heaven's for church goers and hell's for the
So I'ma just ball the out while I'm breathin'
Eighth after eighth, what'chu know that fast flip?
Crack spots, smoky fiends suckin' on glass dick
Now Sham stay for a dime for 9
I'll tell you what, I'll 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 in the rain, hydroplanin'
Lamborghini Diablo, candy
Got hydro burnin', got the burner in the stash
Hit the hazards, hit the AC, then it come out the
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, play with mine, I can match it from behind
With 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 match it from
my nine, I'm a bonafide hustler

I been out here for too long, I to get a bird
The know my name now from standin' on this curb
I got blood on my shirt, and a of crack
A bunch of lil' niggaz 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, from fillin' up your heron
I'm connected with them people who don't no english

We ain't scared of the roll, we get it and go
You see them Tennessee tags nigga you already
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 open up shop around the
And I ain't gon' stop, so as you come home 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 paper fuck, ya
If you, games 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, play games with mine, I can match it behind
With my nine, I'm a bonafide

You I'm a hustler ey
Now I'm down South and that's my word
I'm on the Greyhound bout to move birds
And if these niggaz let me sling
I'm out robbin' everything
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 of smoke

3 of dust juice and a tank of LSD
And a thousand pills of every kind of
Hash, hashish, I bought a
When I was younger with my crew I had them niggaz 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 the fiends
I'm a hustler, nigga sell you a dream

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