Luyện nghe bài hát Hang Out And Hustle

The see-are-you-D-D-why, the
It's texture pure 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 a cop matter capsule shatter scatter midnight
Disasters clips I gather then flip for what I'm after now and
Forever makes things better at a regular gets me jewelry, bitches,
Bankcards, cars and competitors proposed threats wreck 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.
a crew of guys utilize 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 servin' lyrics holding weight, just like
Chris a warrior from Golden State, and I conjure up raps I bet you
Don't any they be hitting like that brick that smacked Reginald Denny.
Collects cash n' checks on a jet to meet the next as I arrive at
L.A.X.

I'm up early so I catch my phlegm spit step stash the stem 10 clips
In ten shit bottles are sectioned in wit a clip thick a stocked wit
see X again tools ta fry and unified like Mexicans but if shit
Is slow in comin' a fiend that's one thing that's 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 I'll sell you I got dreams of getting a 98 or a Caddy
Living fatty plus I got a little man calling me daddy my and little
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 even if I jeopardize my time
And life while I'm in this I'm making sure that mine is right 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 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
of ash. My fingenails stay dirty that's from burying my stash.
Fiends are bummin', comin' to say the least, but I'm out there
Flippin' clips feeding the belly of the beast. It's first of the
Money's comin all day all night and too many going for 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.