Luyện nghe bài hát Bonafide Hustler

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

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

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

that 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, painted
Got that hydro burnin', got the burner in the
Hit the hazards, hit the AC, then it come out the
If in the club sonnin', niggaz start dumbin'
Start and I ain't strapped, fuck it I'm runnin'

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, 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 hustler

I out here 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 niggaz with dime sacks in they backpacks
Come and get it we got it, take a trip to the
You see the police, but we gon' sell our dope
You niggaz know me, from fillin' up your heron
I'm connected with them people who don't no english

We ain't of the roll, we just get it and go
You see them Tennessee nigga you already know
I don't trust no hoes, that's how T got
He showed a 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 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 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 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 mine, I can match it from behind
With my nine, I'm a bonafide

You I'm a hustler ey
Now I'm headed down South and that's my
I'm on the Greyhound bout to these birds
And if niggaz don't let me sling
I'm out there everything
Got a brand new mac, and a
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 thousand pills of every of ecstasy
Hash, hashish, I a sixty-two
When I was younger with my I had them niggaz sniffin' glue
It's 40's to the to them truckers and bamas
And I can chef up a 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 it's fuck, ya
If you, games 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
With my nine, I'm a bonafide