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 salary stacks be running 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 rather gather then flip for what I'm now and
Forever money makes things better at a regular me jewelry, bitches,
Bankcards, cars and competitors proposed threats wreck necks and ya
Puzzled see muzzles 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 hang out slang out and hustle.
Flip techniquesover bangin' beats. A street fleet with Moet, dank and freaks in
Twenty separate suite I'm servin' dope lyrics holding weight, just
Chris a warrior 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' checks on a jet to meet the next client as I at
L.A.X.

I'm up so I catch my phlegm spit step then stash the stem 10 clips
In ten shit bottles are sectioned in wit a clip thick a block wit
Protection see X again ta fry and unified like Mexicans 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 for hours buy from me now or next
Time I swear I'll you flour I got dreams of getting a 98 or a Caddy
Living fatty plus I got a man calling me daddy my lady and little
Man they need me and I need 'em I see em and please 'em but first of
All clothe & feed 'em so we can see freedom if I jeopardize my time
And life while I'm in this game I'm making sure that mine is right
The beginning to the end its dividend to the end so I like to out and hustle wit my friends.

it's Friday night and the weekend's here.
All partying shit must 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 hands
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 for theirs I'm cuttin'
Sales off my bike.
Now with my niggaz in we freestyle rhyme.
Reminiscing moving that shit 20's of at a time.