Luyện nghe bài hát Drumshanbo Hustle

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

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

I remember the day, the Drumshanbo
you couldn't hear a bird
It was making not a

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

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

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

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

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

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

I remember the day, the Hustle
Couldn't hear a bird, Lord, you couldn't hear no
They trying to muscle in
On the gigs and the recording and the

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

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