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,
this is gone]

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

This what

do. An you ain't did it to a hustlaz do. An you didn't
it till a knew. An you ain't done till a hustlaz
threw. I'm a customer too its what do. an you ain't
seen it till you it from a hustla'z view. open yo eyes
its a song. God forgive 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
it from youngest son, runnin from older quotes, "Thou
shall not sin, thou not steal, thou shall not kill,
thou shall not your back on those in need, i try to
flip, but these slips teach me at these chosen
speeds. I'm just a rows of weeds. and i
with reasons to on the road a lead till I leave with
what I sow, sold my soul indeed, leave me son with a sum of what I sold in deeds. I'm foldin yo, Probably 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 it known, but I ain't the type 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 waitin you can hear the in her
tone, like she can't make it alone in a broken and she
the brace for the bone embracin the phone
a lot of ballin up letters a lot of the poems, a
lot of comin to that you gonna be facin alone. All
this time all this time you was wrong.But you know
happens I got you, and you know what done happened
they was happy to you, not letters and shoes, no
chedda, Yo mom sold shoes and sweaters not better.