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 stacks 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 gather then flip for what I'm after now and
Forever money makes things better at a regular me jewelry, bitches,
Bankcards, cars and 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.
a crew of guys utilize they skills.
Bang out out slang out work and hustle.
Flip techniquesover boogie bangin' beats. A street fleet Moet, dank and freaks in
Twenty separate suite I'm servin' dope lyrics holding weight, like
Chris Webber a from Golden State, and I conjure up raps I bet you
Don't know any they be hitting that brick that smacked Reginald Denny.
Collects cash n' 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 clip thick a stocked 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 niggas running to one fiend.
Yo black tops I got that high for hours buy from me now or next
Time I swear I'll sell you flour I got dreams of getting a 98 or a
Living fatty plus I got a little man me daddy my lady and little
Man need 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 sure mine is right from
The beginning to the end its dividend to the end so I like to hang out and wit my friends.

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