Luyện nghe bài hát Hustalz Song

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

Let me what the sun don't like, somewhere
between stop and go like yellow lights. [ah ha] so i
got to get it mellow ride me down the block the
clock nothin nice. I roll 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 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 look at all remains, all the
things, marks from all the claws and fangs, remarks
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 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 do. an you ain't
seen it you seen it from a hustla'z view. open yo eyes
its a hustlaz song. God forgive if the is wrong.

Its bigger things so he becomes to know shit. to
be numba one till I overdose.I it now on my tongue
hold it from youngest son, from older quotes, "Thou
shall not sin, thou shall not steal, shall not kill,
thou shall not turn your on those in need, i try to
flip, but these government slips teach me at chosen
speeds. I'm just a of weeds. and i roll
with reasons to stay on the 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, headed for
the pin like some bowling balls, 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 ain't the of
nigga that be it on.I was the king of this 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, she can't make it alone in a broken home and she
the brace for the just embracin the phone
a lot of ballin up a lot of erasing the poems, a
lot of comin to grips that you gonna be alone. All
this all this time you was wrong.But you know whatever
happens I got you, and you what happened done happened
was happy to drop you, not letters and shoes, no
chedda, Yo mom sold and sweaters shes not better.