Luyện nghe bài hát Hustalz Song

Chorus: [ah ha] Ohh baby oh baby! [talk to em]
baby [its what hustlaz do, this is a hustlaz song,
this 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 mellow me down the block around the
clock nothin nice. I roll like red yellow dice just
watch it pop it the "kettle white", its hot, just
the block , it the "ghetto wife", Paul McCane its my
and chain, mi amor.

Hopefully I won't fall and hang, like on the wall
or of fame. Its jus a boy man, look what it all
nothin all, but look at all remains, all the flossy
things, marks from all the claws and fangs, remarks
all of yall have changed. back all yall I trained,
apologize cuz of all of I blame..

[Chorus] what

do. An you did it to a hustlaz do. An you didn't know
it a hustla knew. An you ain't done 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 one till I overdose.I speak it now on my tongue
hold it youngest son, runnin from older quotes, "Thou
shall not sin, thou shall not steal, shall not kill,
thou not turn your back on those in need, i try to
flip, but these government slips teach me at these
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 what I sold in deeds. I'm 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 it known, but I ain't the type of
nigga that be placin it on.I was the king of city now
they the thrown. I know its a lot of hatin waitin
at home, and she ain't waitin you can 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 that you gonna be facin alone. All
this all this time you was wrong.But you know whatever
happens I got you, and you know what happened happened
they was to drop you, not letters and shoes, no
chedda, Yo mom sold shoes and sweaters not better.