Luyện nghe bài hát Hang Out And Hustle

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

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

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

Well it's Friday night and the here.
All partying shit must take a seat to the rear.
Instead of fuckin' wit phony ghetto chicks I'd rather be movin' my
Clips my homies on the bricks my fingers stay 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' 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 niggaz in we freestyle rhyme.
Reminiscing moving that shit of clips at a time.