Luyện nghe bài hát Hell 4 A Hustler

Get on yo' knees
Get on yo' knees and

Huh, increase the doses, bustin' closest
Thug livin', Hell or prison, never my focus
I'm makin' money mandatory
In a discussion my records tell a story
niggaz we rushin' and still bustin'
Till the cops runnin', duck in abandoned buildings
Ditchin' my gun, the motherfuckin' villain
I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now list
So I laugh till I cry, the law come get me
No momma drama, nigga miss me, why plant seeds
In a bitch, waitin' to trick me, not the life for me
Livin' carefree, I'm buried and if they dare me

I'm bustin' on niggaz until scurry, I'm clearly
A man of means in my artillery
Watchin' over me through every scene
From adolescence, to my early teens, we was gonna die
Sellin' to all the fiends, at times I wanna cry
And still, we try to the past, in vain
Never if this game'll last, feelin' ashamed
Of cocaine, the product of the Devil, am I sellin' my
Got tired of small time livin', niggaz me no
I got mine, them other suckers that's the mentality
bustaz, make it Hell for us

Lord, me change my ways
a little mercy on Judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised way
I never let 'em me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler
Lord, help me my ways
Show a mercy on Judgment day
It ain't me, I was this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a

Now in these days and times I takes mines so serious
Gotta get that paper quickly and escape the
If I fail, then I suffer, bein' is hell 4 a hustler
So I stay strugglin' and jugglin' all the might I can muster
Since a youngster, been hungry, moved in
One's five's and ten's was funny
So I sets my sights bigger, figures or mo'
nigga fo' sho', out in the cold for dough
What you thought? All for lost in plenty battles
Last two years shed plenty tears and I'll plenty at you
Let me catch you slippin' you niggaz is outta here
In you forgot we on the same shit that got us here

Yo, to every I take, every foul I make
Every jail I break, every I ate
Head to head, hustle hardest
On the block duckin' charges, fuck the sergeant
He got a job, all my bottles got a of coke
Listen tho' I'm missin' dough I gotta mo'
naw, dead blocks with red tops but now a nigga sell words
For all my young in jail in Jerz
They it hell 4 a hustler, I bails high as fuck son
luck none supply us with much guns
I one, just to let you know that I can touch ya
cracks or raps, still hell 4 a hustler

Lord, me change my ways
a little mercy on Judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it 4 a hustler
Lord, help me change my
a little mercy on Judgment day
It ain't me, I was this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, it Hell 4 a hustler

No plea for me, I ride the beef till I burn
Sensimilla bar kids from the lessons I learned
And in turn I'm hostile you could call me anti-social
Niggaz shakin' like they the holy ghost when I approach 'em
Try to politic, before I smoke 'em, Sun Zu
Niggaz do unto snitches, before it's done to you
And if the cops come me in the evening
Best they comin' for my dogs in the mornin'

And if I die by a slug, the death of a true
me will my niggaz mourn me? Gettin' blowed out
High, watch me the bird, before he testify
Strikes, walkin' close to my third, I a trouble life
And if you dream be a part of my
From Long Beach to Queens, drug to ex-fiends
Keep yo' eyes on the prize, nigga watch for
Either or jail, it's still Hell 4 a hustler

Lord, me change my ways
Show a little mercy on day
It ain't me, I was raised way
I never let 'em me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler
Lord, help me my ways
a little mercy on Judgment day
It ain't me, I was this way
I never let 'em me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler

This is how we not knowin' if we'll live or die
me rollin' with my motherfuckin' guns on the side
In of drama, I'm the first to break wild till they all die
is how we ride not knowin' if we'll live or die
Catch me rollin' with my motherfuckin' guns on the
In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild until they all die,
Yes, change my ways yes, the Black Jesuz guide us through
Weary weary weary weary only God can us
Nuttin' but boss players and thugs