Luyện nghe bài hát Hustalz Song

Chorus: [ah ha] Ohh baby oh baby! [talk to em]
ohhh baby [its hustlaz do, this is a hustlaz song,
hustle is gone]

Let me what the sun don't like, somewhere
between stop and go like lights. [ah ha] hustla so i
got to get it mellow ride me the block around the
clock nothin nice. I roll cherry red yellow dice just
watch it pop call it the "kettle white", its hot,
the block , call it the "ghetto wife", McCane its my
and chain, mi amor.

Hopefully I fall and hang, like pictures on the wall
or halls of fame. Its jus a boy man, look it all
became nothin all, but at all remains, all the flossy
things, marks all the claws and fangs, remarks from
all of yall changed. Bustin back all yall I trained,
apologize cuz of all of I blame..

[Chorus] what

do. An you ain't did it to a hustlaz do. An you didn't
it till a hustla knew. An you ain't done till a
threw. I'm a customer too its what do. an you ain't
seen it till you seen it from a view. open yo eyes
its a hustlaz song. God forgive if the is wrong.

Its things so he becomes to know shit. Striving to
be numba one till I overdose.I it now on my tongue
it from youngest son, runnin from older quotes, "Thou
shall not sin, thou shall not steal, shall not kill,
thou not turn your back on those in need, i try to
flip, but these government slips me at these chosen
speeds. I'm just a rows of weeds. and i
reasons to stay on the road a lead till I leave with
what I sow, sold my soul indeed, me son with a sum of what I sold in deeds. I'm foldin yo, Probably headed for
the pin some bowling balls, kept it directed at the
pen and it for yall.

It a lot of patience when you takin it on, a lot of
patent a lot of it known, but I ain't the type of
nigga that be it on.I was the king of this city now
they the thrown. I know its a lot of hatin waitin
at home, and she waitin you can hear the bass in her
tone, like she can't make it alone in a broken and she
the brace for the bone just the phone
a lot of up letters a lot of erasing the poems, a
lot of comin to grips that you gonna be alone. All
this time all time you was wrong.But you know whatever
happens I got you, and you know what happened happened
was happy to drop you, not letters and shoes, no
chedda, Yo mom shoes and sweaters shes not better.