Luyện nghe bài hát Bonafide Hustler

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

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 nine, I'm a hustler

They say heaven's for church and hell's for the heathens
So I'ma just ball the fuck out while I'm
Eighth after eighth, what'chu know that fast flip?
Crack spots, smoky fiends on that glass dick
Now Sham stay for a dime for 9
I'll tell you what, I'll hook you up one last time
is comin' son is pumpin' watch the packs dissolve
Singles, C-notes to stamps, we stackin it all

That's joint what's his name son? I don't remember
Haitian nigga with the guitar that sing "Gone 'Til November"
I do a buck-forty in the rain,
Lamborghini Diablo, candy
Got that burnin', got the burner in the stash
Hit the hazards, hit the AC, it come out the dash
If in the club sonnin', niggaz start dumbin'
Start shootin' and I 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, games 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 my paper it's fuck, ya
If you, games with mine, I can match it from behind
my nine, I'm a bonafide hustler

I been out for too long, I deserve to get a bird
The fiends know my now from standin' on this curb
I got blood on my shirt, and a handful of
A bunch of lil' niggaz with sacks in they backpacks
Come and get it we got it, 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 with them who don't speak no english

We scared of the roll, we just get it and go
You see them tags nigga you already know
I don't trust no hoes, how T got popped
He showed a bitch his stash was, she told it to the cops
Me and Priest had the streets on
break down the blocks, I'd open up shop around the clock
And I ain't 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 my paper it's fuck, ya
If you, play 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 my paper it's fuck, ya
If you, games with mine, I can match it from behind
my nine, I'm a bonafide hustler

You know I'm a ey
Now I'm headed down South and that's my
I'm on the Greyhound bout to move birds
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 of heroin, a 100 grams 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 every of ecstasy
Hash, hashish, I bought a
When I was younger with my crew I had niggaz sniffin' glue
It's 40's to the gram to them and bamas
And I can up a miracle with Arm and Hammer
I'm a hustler, man I the fiends
I'm a hustler, nigga 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, play 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 paper fuck, ya
If you, games with mine, I can match it from behind
my nine, I'm a bonafide hustler