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,
this hustle is

Let me what the sun don't like, caught
between stop and go yellow lights. [ah ha] hustla so i
got to get it mellow ride me down the around the
clock nothin nice. I like cherry red yellow dice 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 won't fall and hang, like on the wall
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, remarks
all of yall have changed. Bustin 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 hustlaz do. an you
seen it till you it from a hustla'z view. open yo eyes
its a song. God forgive if the hustle is wrong.

Its things so he becomes to know shit. Striving to
be numba one till I overdose.I speak it now on my
it from youngest son, runnin from older quotes, "Thou
shall not sin, thou not steal, thou shall not kill,
thou shall not turn back on those in need, i try to
flip, but these government slips teach me at chosen
speeds. I'm a rows of weeds. and i roll
with reasons to stay on the road a lead till I with
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 bowling balls, it directed at the
pen and it for yall.

It takes a lot of patience when you it on, a lot of
a lot of makin it known, but I ain't the type of
nigga that be placin it on.I was the king of city now
they replacing the thrown. I know its a lot of hatin
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 embracin the
a lot of ballin up a lot of erasing the poems, a
lot of to grips that you gonna be facin alone. All
this time all this time you was wrong.But you whatever
happens I got you, and you know what done happened
they was to drop you, not letters and shoes, no
chedda, Yo mom sold shoes and shes not better.