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
compressor stretching salary stacks be running blocks as a factory
Structure capture the raw I manufacture, fracture critic chatter
Nigga catcher as I a cop matter capsule shatter scatter midnight
Disasters I rather gather then flip for what I'm after now and
Forever money makes things at a regular gets me jewelry, bitches,
Bankcards, cars and competitors proposed wreck necks and puff ya
Puzzled see trouble muzzles when I 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 hang out out work and hustle.
Flip techniquesover boogie bangin' beats. A street fleet Moet, dank and freaks in
Twenty separate suite I'm dope lyrics holding weight, just like
Chris a warrior from Golden State, and I conjure up raps I bet you
know any they be hitting like that brick that 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 stash the stem 10 clips
In ten bottles are sectioned in wit a clip thick a block stocked wit
Protection see X again 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 swear I'll sell you flour I got dreams of a 98 or a Caddy
Living fatty plus I got a man calling me daddy my lady and little
Man they me and I need 'em I gotta see em and please 'em but first of
All clothe & 'em so we can see freedom even if I jeopardize my time
And while I'm in this game I'm making sure that mine is right from
The beginning to the end its dividend to the end so I like to out and hustle wit my friends.

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