Luyện nghe bài hát Hang Out And Hustle

The see-are-you-D-D-why, the
It's texture pure terror a street aggressor scale and measure
Clever compressor stretching salary stacks be running as a factory
Structure the raw product I manufacture, fracture critic chatter
Nigga catcher as I a cop matter capsule shatter scatter midnight
Disasters clips I rather 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 muzzles when I and hustle.

Booda Bop, Boom, Bam, Bink, Bick Bow Bookow, Ratatat, Klick, Klick
Kow, Kow put brains with muscle.
Hear a crew of guys they skills.
out hang out slang out work and hustle.
Flip techniquesover boogie beats. A street fleet with Moet, dank and freaks in
Twenty separate suite I'm servin' dope lyrics holding weight, just
Chris Webber a warrior from Golden State, and I up raps I bet you
Don't know any they be hitting like that brick that 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 spit step then the stem 10 clips
In ten shit bottles are sectioned in wit a thick a block stocked wit
Protection see X again tools ta fry and 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 from me now or
Time I I'll sell you flour 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 if I jeopardize my time
And life while I'm in this game I'm making sure mine is right from
The beginning to the end its to the end so I like to hang out and hustle wit my friends.

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