Luyện nghe bài hát Hell 4 A Hustler

Get on yo' nigga
Get on yo' knees and

Huh, the doses, bustin' whoever closest
Thug livin', or prison, never losin' my focus
I'm money moves mandatory
In a discussion my past records a story
Picture we rushin' and still bustin'
Till the cops runnin', duck in abandoned buildings
Ditchin' my gun, the motherfuckin' villain
I live the 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 plant
In a dirty bitch, waitin' to trick me, not the for me
Livin' carefree, till I'm and if they dare me

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

Lord, help me my ways
a little 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, help me 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, it Hell 4 a hustler

Now in last days and times I takes mines so serious
get that paper quickly and escape the sickness
If I fail, then I suffer, bein' broke is hell 4 a
So I strugglin' and jugglin' with all the might I can muster
Since a youngster, been hungry, moved in
One's five's and was funny money
So I sets my sights bigger, figures or mo'
Real nigga fo' sho', out in the cold for
What you thought? All for lost homies in plenty
Last two shed plenty 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 that got us here

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

Lord, me change my ways
Show a little 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, me change my ways
Show a little 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

No insanity plea for me, I ride the beef till I
Sensimilla bar your 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 'em, like Sun Zu
Niggaz do unto these snitches, before it's to you
And if the cops come arrest me in the
Best believe they comin' for my dogs in the

And if I die by a slug, the death of a thug
Tell me will my mourn me? Gettin' blowed out
High, watch me murder the bird, before he
Strikes, walkin' close to my third, I live a life
And if you be a part of my team
Long Beach to Queens, drug dealers to ex-fiends
Keep yo' eyes on the prize, nigga for bustaz
Either Heaven or jail, still Hell 4 a hustler

Lord, me change my ways
a little 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
Lord, help me my ways
Show a little mercy on day
It ain't me, I was raised way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, 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
This is how we not knowin' if we'll live or die
Catch me rollin' my motherfuckin' guns on the side
In case of drama, I'm the to break wild until they all die, outlaw
Yes, my ways yes, the Black Jesuz guide us through this
Weary weary weary weary God can save us
Nuttin' but players Outlawz and thugs