Luyện nghe bài hát Hustalz Song

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

Let me what the sun don't like, caught
between stop and go yellow lights. [ah ha] hustla so i
got to get it mellow ride me the block around the
clock nothin nice. I roll like red yellow dice just
it pop call 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 and hang, like pictures on the wall
or of fame. Its jus a boy man, look what it all
became nothin all, but at all remains, all the flossy
things, marks from all the claws and fangs, from
all of have changed. Bustin back all yall I trained,
cuz of all of yall I blame..

[Chorus] what

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

Its bigger things so he becomes to know shit. to
be one till I overdose.I speak it now on my tongue
it from youngest son, runnin from older quotes, "Thou
shall not sin, thou not steal, thou shall not kill,
thou shall not turn your on those in need, i try to
flip, but government slips teach me at these chosen
speeds. I'm just a rows of weeds. and i
with reasons to stay on the road a lead 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 like some 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 makin it known, but I the type of
nigga that be placin it on.I was the of this city now
they replacing the thrown. I know its a lot of hatin
at home, and she ain't you can hear the bass in her
tone, like she can't it alone in a broken home and she
the brace for the just embracin the phone
a lot of up letters a lot of erasing the poems, a
lot of to grips that you gonna be facin alone. All
this time all this time you was wrong.But you whatever
happens I got you, and you know what done happened
they was happy to you, not letters and shoes, no
chedda, Yo mom sold and sweaters shes not better.