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, somewhere
between stop and go yellow lights. [ah ha] hustla so i
got to get it mellow ride me down the around the
nothin nice. I roll like cherry red yellow dice just
watch it pop call it the "kettle white", its hot,
the , call it the "ghetto wife", Paul McCane its my
and chain, mi amor.

Hopefully I won't fall and hang, like pictures on the
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,
apologize cuz of all of I blame..

[Chorus] This

do. An you ain't did it to a hustlaz do. An you know
it till a hustla knew. An you ain't done a hustlaz
threw. I'm a customer too its hustlaz do. an you ain't
it till 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
not sin, thou shall not steal, thou shall not kill,
thou shall not your back on those in need, i try to
flip, but these government slips teach me at chosen
speeds. I'm just a rows of weeds. and i
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, Probably 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 this now
they replacing the thrown. I know its a lot of waitin
at home, and she ain't waitin you can the bass in her
tone, like she can't it alone in a broken home and she
the brace for the bone embracin the phone
a lot of ballin up a lot of erasing the poems, a
lot of comin to grips you gonna be facin alone. All
this time all this time you was wrong.But you know
happens I got you, and you know what happened done
they was happy to you, not letters and shoes, no
chedda, Yo mom shoes and sweaters shes not better.