Luyện nghe bài hát Drumshanbo Hustle

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

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

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

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

Prostitution on the run, when it was soliciting
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 remember the day, the Drumshanbo
When you couldn't no birds
'Cos they making not a sound

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

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

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

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

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

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