Luyện nghe bài hát Drumshanbo Hustle

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

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

I the day, the Drumshanbo Hustle
When you hear a bird
It was not a sound

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

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

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

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

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

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

I remember the day, the Hustle
Couldn't a bird, Lord, you couldn't hear no sound
They were to muscle in
On the gigs and the 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 contract that you signed

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