Luyện nghe bài hát Hustalz Song

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

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

Hopefully I won't fall and hang, like pictures on the
or halls of fame. Its jus a boy man, look it all
became nothin all, but look at all remains, all the
things, from 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] 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 a hustlaz
threw. I'm a customer too its what hustlaz do. an you
seen it till you it from a hustla'z view. open 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 speak it now on my
it from youngest son, runnin from older quotes, "Thou
shall not sin, thou shall not steal, thou not kill,
thou shall not turn back on those in need, i try to
flip, but these government slips teach me at chosen
speeds. I'm a rows of weeds. and i roll
with reasons to stay on the road a lead I leave with
what I sow, sold my soul indeed, leave me son with a sum of 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 takes a lot of patience when you it on, a lot of
patent a lot of makin it known, but I ain't the of
nigga that be placin it on.I was the of this city now
replacing the thrown. I know its a lot of hatin waitin
at home, and she ain't you can hear the bass in her
tone, like she can't make it in a broken home and she
the for the bone just embracin 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 all this time you was wrong.But you know whatever
happens I got you, and you what happened done happened
they was happy to you, not letters and shoes, no
chedda, Yo mom sold shoes and sweaters not better.