Luyện nghe bài hát Bonafide Hustler

Yeah, I'm a kind of nigga with mines, you know?
I grind, I gets my paper, you what I mean? 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 games with mine, I can it from behind
With my nine, I'm a hustler

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

That's that joint what's his name son? I remember
That Haitian nigga with the guitar that sing "Gone November"
I do a buck-forty in the rain,
Lamborghini Diablo, painted
Got that hydro burnin', got the in the stash
Hit the hazards, hit the AC, it come 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 my paper it's fuck, ya
If you, play games with mine, I can match it from
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 bonafide

I out here for too long, I deserve to get a bird
The know my name now from standin' on this curb
I got blood on my shirt, and a handful of
A bunch of lil' with dime sacks in they backpacks
and get it we got it, take a trip to the projects
You see the police, but we sell our dope regardless
You niggaz know me, from up your heron needles
I'm connected with them people who speak 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 where his stash was, she told it to the cops
Me and Priest had the on lock
He'd break down the blocks, I'd open up shop around the
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 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
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 mine, I can match it from behind
With my nine, I'm a hustler

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

3 gal's of juice and a tank of LSD
And a thousand pills of kind of ecstasy
Hash, hashish, I a sixty-two
When I was younger with my I had them niggaz sniffin' glue
40's to the gram to them truckers and bamas
And I can chef up a miracle with Arm and
I'm a hustler, man I the fiends
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 bout my it's fuck, ya
If you, play games with mine, I can match it from
With my
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 mine, I can match it from behind
With my nine, I'm a bonafide