Luyện nghe bài hát Drumshanbo Hustle (another version)

Lord, have mercy, feel so
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 pages up before brought the curtain down

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I the day, the Drumshanbo Hustle
hear 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 your
you read the standard contract you just signed
You were puking up your
When you the standard contract that you signed

Oh, you were up your guts
When you read the standard you just signed