Luyện nghe bài hát Hang Out And Hustle

The see-are-you-D-D-why, the
It's texture pure terror a street professor scale and measure
compressor stretching salary stacks be running blocks as a factory
Structure capture the raw product I manufacture, critic chatter
Nigga catcher as I blast a cop matter capsule shatter scatter
Disasters clips I gather then flip for what I'm after now and
Forever money makes things better at a regular me jewelry, bitches,
Bankcards, cars and competitors proposed wreck necks and puff ya
see trouble muzzles when I hang and hustle.

Booda Bop, Boom, Bam, Bink, Bick Bow Bookow, Ratatat, Klack Klick,
Kow, Klick Kow put brains muscle.
Hear a of guys utilize they skills.
Bang out hang out out work and hustle.
Flip techniquesover boogie bangin' beats. A street fleet with Moet, and freaks in
Twenty suite I'm servin' dope lyrics holding weight, just like
Chris Webber a warrior from Golden State, and I conjure up I bet you
Don't any they be hitting like that brick that smacked Reginald Denny.
Collects cash n' checks on a jet to meet the next as I arrive at
L.A.X.

I'm up early so I catch my phlegm spit step then stash the stem 10
In ten shit bottles are sectioned in wit a clip thick a stocked wit
Protection see X again ta fry and unified like Mexicans but if shit
Is slow in comin' a fiend that's one thing when you see twenty niggas running to one fiend.
Yo black I got that yellow high for hours buy from me now or next
Time I swear sell you flour I got dreams of getting a 98 or a Caddy
Living fatty plus I got a little man me daddy my lady and little
Man need me and I need 'em I gotta see em and please 'em but first of
All & feed 'em so we can see freedom even if I jeopardize my time
And life I'm in this game I'm making sure that mine is right from
The to the end its dividend to the end so I like to hang out and hustle wit my friends.

Well it's Friday and the weekend's here.
All that shit must take a seat to the rear.
Instead of fuckin' wit phony ghetto chicks I'd rather be movin' my
Clips with my homies on the bricks my fingers hard. My hands stay
Full of ash. My stay dirty that's from burying my stash.
Fiends are bummin', money's to say the least, but I'm out there
Flippin' feeding the belly of the beast. It's first of the month
Money's comin all day all night and too many going for theirs I'm
off with my bike.
Now with my in session we freestyle rhyme.
Reminiscing moving shit 20's of clips at a time.