Luyện nghe bài hát Drumshanbo Hustle (another version)

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

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

I remember the day, the Hustle
When you couldn't hear a
It was not a sound

They were trying to in
An easy way to the money in
You were up your guts
When you 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
and books, clearly undefinable
Wiped the clean slate and pulled the rug from her feet

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

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

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

It was time to get the message through to it
But will a hand down shake you
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
you read the standard contract you just signed
You were puking up guts
When you read the standard contract you signed

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