Luyện nghe bài hát Hustalz Song

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

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

Hopefully I fall and hang, like pictures on the wall
or halls of fame. Its jus a boy man, look it all
became nothin all, but at all remains, all the flossy
things, marks all the claws and fangs, remarks from
all of have changed. Bustin back all yall I trained,
apologize cuz of all of I blame..

[Chorus] what

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

Its bigger things so he becomes to shit. Striving to
be one till I overdose.I speak 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 shall not turn your 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 to stay 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 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
they replacing the thrown. I its a lot of hatin waitin
at home, and she ain't waitin you can hear the 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 comin to grips that you gonna be alone. All
this time all this time you was wrong.But you know
happens I got you, and you what happened done happened
was happy to drop you, not letters and shoes, no
chedda, Yo mom shoes and sweaters shes not better.