Luyện nghe bài hát Hang Out And Hustle

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

Booda Bop, Boom, Bam, Bink, Bick Bow Bookow, Ratatat, Klick, Klick
Kow, Klick Kow put brains muscle.
Hear a crew of guys they skills.
Bang out out slang 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 State, and I conjure up raps I bet you
Don't any they be hitting like that brick that smacked Reginald Denny.
Collects n' checks on a jet to meet the next client 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 thick a block stocked wit
Protection see X again tools ta fry and unified like but if shit
Is in comin' a fiend that's one thing that's 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 man calling me daddy my lady and little
Man they need me and I need 'em I gotta see em and 'em but first of
All & feed 'em so we can see freedom even if I jeopardize my time
And life while I'm in this I'm making sure that mine is right from
The beginning to the end its dividend to the end so I to hang out and hustle wit my friends.

Well Friday night and the weekend's here.
All partying shit must take a seat to the rear.
of fuckin' wit those 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 fingenails stay dirty from burying my stash.
are bummin', money's comin' to say the least, but I'm out there
Flippin' clips feeding the of the beast. It's first of the month
comin all day all night and too many going for theirs I'm cuttin'
Sales off my bike.
Now with my niggaz in session we rhyme.
Reminiscing moving shit 20's of clips at a time.