Luyện nghe bài hát Drumshanbo Hustle

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

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

I remember the day, the Drumshanbo
When you hear a bird
It was making not a

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

Prostitution on the run, 'cepting it was soliciting
Tryin' to 'em all dry, got hung up by the rope
Magazines and books, clearly
Wiped the clean slate and pulled the rug from underneath her

I remember the day, the Hustle
When you hear no birds
'Cos were making not a sound

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

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

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

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

You puking up your guts
When you read the standard contract you just
You puking up your guts
When you read the standard contract that you

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