Luyện nghe bài hát Hang Out And Hustle

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

Booda Bop, Boom, Bam, Bink, Bow Bookow, Ratatat, Klack Klick, Klick
Kow, Klick Kow put brains muscle.
Hear a crew of guys they skills.
Bang out hang out out work and hustle.
Flip techniquesover bangin' beats. A street fleet with Moet, dank 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 next client as I 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 in wit a clip thick a block stocked wit
Protection see X again ta fry and unified like Mexicans 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 tops I got that yellow high for hours buy from me now or
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 clothe & feed 'em so we can see freedom even if I my time
And life while I'm in this game I'm making sure that 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 night and the weekend's here.
All that partying 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 stay hard. My hands stay
Full of ash. My fingenails stay dirty from burying my stash.
Fiends are bummin', comin' to say the least, but I'm out there
Flippin' feeding the belly 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 my niggaz in session we freestyle rhyme.
Reminiscing moving shit 20's of clips at a time.