Luyện nghe bài hát Hang Out And Hustle

The see-are-you-D-D-why, the
It's texture pure terror a professor aggressor scale and measure
Clever compressor stretching salary stacks be running as a factory
Structure capture the raw product I manufacture, fracture critic
Nigga catcher as I blast a cop capsule shatter scatter midnight
Disasters I rather gather then flip for what I'm after now and
Forever money things better at a regular gets me jewelry, bitches,
Bankcards, cars and 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 of guys utilize they skills.
Bang out out slang out work and hustle.
Flip boogie bangin' beats. A street fleet with Moet, dank and freaks in
Twenty separate suite I'm dope lyrics holding weight, just like
Chris Webber a warrior from State, and I conjure up raps I bet you
Don't any they be hitting like that brick that smacked Reginald Denny.
Collects 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 step then stash the stem 10 clips
In ten shit bottles are sectioned in wit a thick a block stocked wit
Protection see X tools 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 high for hours buy me now or next
Time I swear I'll sell you I got dreams of getting a 98 or a Caddy
fatty plus I got a little man calling 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 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 out and hustle wit my friends.

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