Luyện nghe bài hát Drumshanbo Hustle (another version)

Lord, mercy, feel so good
I think I'm 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 brought the curtain down

I the day, the Drumshanbo Hustle
When you couldn't a bird
It was making not a

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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