Luyện nghe bài hát Hell 4 A Hustler

Get on yo' knees
Get on yo' and pray

Huh, increase the doses, bustin' whoever
Thug livin', Hell or prison, never my focus
I'm makin' moves mandatory
In a discussion my past tell a story
Picture niggaz we rushin' and still
Till the come runnin', duck in abandoned buildings
my gun, homeboy the motherfuckin' villain
I the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legit list
So I laugh I cry, when the law come get me
No baby momma drama, nigga miss me, why seeds
In a bitch, waitin' to trick me, not the life for me
carefree, till 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, thought we was die
Sellin' dope to all the fiends, at I wanna cry
And still, we try to the past, in vain
Never knowin' if this game'll last, feelin'
Of cocaine, the of the Devil, am I sellin' my soul?
Got tired of time livin', niggaz tellin' me no
I got mine, fuck other suckers that's the mentality
Jealous-ass bustaz, make it for us

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

Now in these last days and times I takes mines so
Gotta get that quickly and escape the sickness
If I fail, I suffer, bein' broke is hell 4 a hustler
So I stay strugglin' and jugglin' with all the I can muster
Since a youngster, money 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 homies in plenty
Last two years shed tears and I'll send plenty at you
Let me catch you slippin' you soft niggaz is outta
In case you forgot we on the same shit got us here

Yo, to every step I take, every foul I
Every jail I break, mill' I ate
Head to head, whoever hustle
On the block duckin' charges, nigga fuck the
He got a job, all my bottles got a pinch of
Listen tho' I'm missin' dough I gather mo'
Hell naw, dead blocks with red tops but now a sell words
For all my thugs in jail in Jerz
They made it hell 4 a hustler, I bails as fuck son
luck none supply us with much guns
I buck one, to let you know that I can touch ya
Slangin' or raps, still hell 4 a hustler

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

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

And if I die by a slug, the death of a true
Tell me will my mourn me? Gettin' blowed out
High, watch me murder the bird, he testify
Strikes, walkin' close to my third, I live a trouble
And if you dream be a of my team
From Long Beach to Queens, drug dealers to
Keep yo' eyes on the prize, watch for bustaz
Heaven or jail, it's still Hell 4 a hustler

Lord, me change my ways
Show a mercy on Judgment day
It me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, it Hell 4 a hustler
Lord, me change my ways
Show a mercy on Judgment day
It me, I was raised this way
I let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler

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