Luyện nghe bài hát Hustalz Song

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

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

Hopefully I won't fall and hang, pictures on the wall
or halls of fame. Its jus a boy man, what 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,
cuz of all of yall I blame..

[Chorus] This

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 hustla'z view. yo eyes
its a hustlaz song. God if the hustle is wrong.

Its bigger things so he to know shit. Striving to
be numba one till I overdose.I it now on my tongue
hold it from son, runnin from older quotes, "Thou
shall not sin, thou shall not steal, thou not kill,
thou not turn your back on those in need, i try to
flip, but these government teach me at these chosen
speeds. I'm just a rows of weeds. and i
with reasons to stay on the road a lead till I with
what I sow, sold my soul indeed, leave me son with a sum of what I sold in deeds. I'm foldin yo, headed for
the pin like some bowling balls, kept it 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 placin it on.I was the king of city now
they replacing the thrown. I know its a lot of waitin
at home, and she ain't waitin you can the bass in her
tone, like she can't it alone in a broken home and she
the brace for the bone just embracin the
a lot of up letters a lot of erasing the poems, a
lot of comin to that you gonna be facin alone. All
this all this time you was wrong.But you know whatever
happens I got you, and you know what happened happened
they was to drop you, not letters and shoes, no
chedda, Yo mom sold shoes and sweaters not better.