Luyện nghe bài hát Hang Out And Hustle

The see-are-you-D-D-why, the
It's pure terror a street professor aggressor scale and measure
Clever compressor stretching salary stacks be blocks as a factory
Structure capture the raw product I manufacture, fracture critic
Nigga catcher as I blast a cop matter capsule shatter midnight
Disasters clips I gather 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
Puzzled see trouble muzzles I hang and hustle.

Booda Bop, Boom, Bam, Bink, Bick Bow Bookow, Ratatat, Klack Klick,
Kow, Kow put brains with muscle.
Hear a crew of guys they skills.
Bang out out slang out work and hustle.
Flip techniquesover boogie beats. A street fleet with Moet, dank and freaks in
Twenty suite I'm servin' dope lyrics holding weight, just like
Chris Webber a warrior from Golden State, and I 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 the next client as I arrive at
L.A.X.

I'm up early so I catch my phlegm spit step then stash the 10 clips
In ten shit bottles are sectioned in wit a clip thick a block wit
Protection see X again tools ta fry and unified like but if shit
Is slow in comin' a fiend that's one thing that's when you see twenty niggas to one fiend.
Yo black tops I got that yellow high for hours buy 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 my lady and little
Man they 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 while I'm in this game I'm making sure that mine is 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 night and the here.
All that partying shit must take a to the rear.
Instead of fuckin' wit phony ghetto chicks I'd rather be movin' my
Clips with my homies on the my fingers stay hard. My hands stay
Full of ash. My fingenails dirty that's from 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 many going for I'm cuttin'
Sales off my bike.
Now with my in session we freestyle rhyme.
Reminiscing moving that shit of clips at a time.