Luyện nghe bài hát Hustalz Song

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

Let me what the sun like, caught somewhere
between stop and go like lights. [ah ha] hustla so i
got to get it mellow ride me the block around the
clock nothin nice. I roll like cherry red yellow just
it pop call it the "kettle white", its hot, just
the , call it the "ghetto wife", Paul McCane 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 look at all remains, all the
things, from all the claws and fangs, remarks from
all of have changed. Bustin back all yall I trained,
apologize cuz of all of I blame..

This what

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

Its bigger so he becomes to know shit. Striving to
be numba one I overdose.I speak it now on my tongue
hold it from 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 of weeds. and i roll
with reasons to stay on the road a lead till I leave
I sow, sold my soul indeed, leave me son with a sum of what I sold in deeds. I'm foldin yo, Probably headed 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 the type of
nigga that be placin it on.I was the king of this now
they replacing the thrown. I 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 alone in a broken 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 be facin alone. All
this time all time you was wrong.But you know whatever
happens I got you, and you know what done happened
was happy to drop you, not letters and shoes, no
chedda, Yo mom sold shoes and sweaters not better.