Luyện nghe bài hát Drumshanbo Hustle

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

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

I the day, the Drumshanbo Hustle
When you couldn't hear a
It was making not a

They were to muscle in
An easy way to bring the in
You puking up your guts
you looked at the standard contract, you just signed

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

I remember the day, the Drumshanbo
you couldn't hear no birds
'Cos were making not a sound

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

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

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

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

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

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