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 salary stacks be blocks as a factory
Structure capture the raw product I manufacture, critic chatter
Nigga catcher as I blast a cop matter capsule shatter scatter
Disasters clips I gather then flip for what I'm after now and
Forever money makes things better at a gets me jewelry, bitches,
Bankcards, cars and competitors threats wreck necks and puff ya
Puzzled see trouble when I hang and hustle.

Bop, Boom, Bam, Bink, Bick Bow Bookow, Ratatat, Klack Klick, Klick
Kow, Kow put brains with muscle.
Hear a crew of guys they skills.
Bang out out slang out work and hustle.
Flip techniquesover bangin' beats. A street fleet with Moet, dank and freaks in
Twenty suite I'm servin' dope lyrics holding weight, just like
Chris Webber a from Golden State, and I conjure up raps I bet you
Don't know any they be hitting like that brick smacked Reginald Denny.
cash n' checks 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 then stash the stem 10 clips
In ten shit bottles are sectioned in wit a clip thick a stocked wit
Protection see X tools ta fry and unified like Mexicans but if shit
Is slow in comin' a that's one thing that's when you see twenty niggas running to one fiend.
Yo black I got that yellow high for hours buy from me now or next
I swear I'll sell you flour I got dreams of getting a 98 or a Caddy
Living fatty I got a little man calling me daddy my lady and little
Man they need me and I 'em I gotta see em and please '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 that mine is right from
The beginning to the end its dividend to the end so I like to hang out and wit my friends.

it's Friday night and the weekend's here.
All that partying shit take a seat 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 stay hard. My stay
Full of ash. My 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 many going for theirs I'm
off with my bike.
Now with my in session we freestyle rhyme.
Reminiscing moving shit 20's of clips at a time.