Luyện nghe bài hát Drumshanbo Hustle (another version)

Lord, mercy, feel so good
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
to rip it out, well, now I've got it all around
Tore the pages up before they brought the down

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was taking time to get the message to it
But a hand 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 hear no sound
They trying to muscle in
On the gigs and the and the publishing

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

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