Luyện nghe bài hát Drumshanbo Hustle

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

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

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

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

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

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

They were tryin' to in
The recording and the
You were up your guts
When you read the candid contract you signed, alright

New hooker by the neck
Reads your Tarot and astronomy
Hey, I want to get your stars but know your sign

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

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

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

Oh, you were puking up your
When you read the standard contract you signed