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, get out of line, I'll cut ya
Me, I'm bout my paper fuck, ya
If you, play games mine, I can match it from behind
my nine, I'm a bonafide hustler

They say heaven's for church goers and hell's for the
So just ball the fuck out while I'm breathin'
Eighth after eighth, what'chu know about that flip?
Crack spots, smoky fiends suckin' on that glass
Now stay askin' for a dime for 9
I'll tell you what, I'll hook you up just one last
Customs is comin' son is 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
That Haitian nigga with the guitar that "Gone 'Til November"
I do a in the rain, hydroplanin'
Diablo, candy painted
Got that burnin', got the burner in the stash
Hit the hazards, hit the AC, then it come out the
If fag-o in the sonnin', niggaz start dumbin'
Start shootin' and I ain't strapped, it I'm runnin'

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 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, play games mine, I can match it from behind
With my nine, I'm a bonafide

I been out 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 bunch of lil' with dime sacks in they backpacks
Come and get it we got it, a trip to the projects
You see the police, but we gon' sell our dope
You niggaz know me, from fillin' up heron needles
I'm with them people who don't speak no english

We scared of the roll, we just get it and go
You see them Tennessee tags nigga you know
I trust no hoes, that's how T got popped
He a bitch where his stash was, she told it to the cops
Me and Priest had the streets on
He'd break down the blocks, I'd open up shop around the
And I ain't gon' stop, so soon as you come home 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
With my
I'm a hustler, nigga get out of line, I'll cut ya
Me, I'm bout my it's fuck, ya
If you, games with mine, I can match it from behind
With my nine, I'm a hustler

You I'm a hustler ey
Now I'm headed South and that's my word
I'm on the Greyhound bout to move birds
And if niggaz don't let me sling
I'm out there robbin'
Got a new mac, and a P-89
Ya's a hustler, man I stay on the
9 grams of heroin, a 100 grams of
12 o's of mushrooms, 2 of smoke

3 of dust juice and a tank of LSD
And a pills of every kind of ecstasy
Hash, hashish, I a sixty-two
When I was younger 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 with Arm and
I'm a hustler, man I the fiends
I'm a hustler, nigga I'll 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
With my
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
With my nine, I'm a hustler