Luyện nghe bài hát Hustalz Song

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

Let me the sun don't like, caught somewhere
stop and go like yellow lights. [ah ha] hustla so i
got to get it ride me down the block around the
clock nice. I roll like cherry red yellow dice just
watch it pop it the "kettle white", its hot, just
the block , call it the "ghetto wife", Paul 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 all, but look at all remains, all the flossy
things, marks from all the claws and fangs, from
all of yall have changed. back all yall I trained,
cuz of all of yall I blame..

[Chorus] This

do. An you did it to a hustlaz do. An you didn't know
it till a hustla knew. An you ain't till 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 forgive if the 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 youngest son, runnin from older quotes, "Thou
not sin, thou shall not steal, thou shall not kill,
thou not turn your back 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, leave me son a sum of what I sold in deeds. I'm foldin yo, Probably headed for
the pin like bowling balls, kept it directed at the
pen and it for yall.

It takes a lot of when you takin it on, a lot of
patent a lot of makin it known, but I the type of
nigga be placin it on.I was the king 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 brace for the bone just the phone
a lot of ballin up letters a lot of the poems, a
lot of comin to grips that you gonna be alone. All
time all this time you was wrong.But you know 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.