Luyện nghe bài hát Drumshanbo Hustle

Lord, mercy, feel so good
I I'm gonna work

I was talking to the judge, just we left the countryside
Piece of paper in his hand, tryin' to the way
to rip it out, well, now I've got it all around
Tore the pages up before brought the curtain down

I remember the day, the Hustle
When you couldn't hear a
It was not a sound

They were trying to in
An way to bring the money in
You were up your guts
When you at the standard contract, you just signed

on the run, 'cepting when it was soliciting
Tryin' to drain 'em all dry, got hung up by the
and books, clearly undefinable
Wiped the slate and pulled the rug from underneath her feet

I the day, the Drumshanbo Hustle
When you couldn't hear no
'Cos they were not a sound

were tryin' to muscle in
The and the publishing
You were puking up guts
When you the candid contract you just signed, alright

New York by the neck
your Tarot cards and astronomy
Hey, I want to get your stars but don't know sign

It was taking time to get the through to it
But will a hand shake you one?
And a five "T" to rhyme, no sign [Incomprehensible]

I remember the day, the Drumshanbo
Couldn't hear a bird, Lord, you hear no sound
were trying to muscle in
On the and the recording and the publishing

You were puking up guts
When you read the standard contract you just
You were puking up guts
When you read the standard contract you signed

Oh, you were puking up guts
When you read the contract you just signed