Luyện nghe bài hát Hustalz Song

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

Let me what the sun like, caught somewhere
between and go like yellow lights. [ah ha] hustla so i
got to get it mellow ride me the block around the
clock 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 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, from
all of yall have changed. Bustin back all I trained,
cuz of all of yall I blame..

[Chorus] This

do. An you ain't did it to a do. An you didn't know
it till a hustla knew. An you done till a hustlaz
threw. I'm a too its what hustlaz do. an you ain't
it till you seen it from a hustla'z view. open yo eyes
its a song. God forgive if the hustle 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 not steal, thou shall not kill,
thou shall not turn your back on in need, i try to
flip, but these government slips teach me at these
speeds. I'm just a of weeds. and i roll
with reasons to stay on the road a lead till I with
what I sow, sold my soul indeed, me son with a sum of what I sold in deeds. I'm foldin 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 makin it known, but I ain't the of
that be placin 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 bone just embracin the
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 happened done happened
they was happy to you, not letters and shoes, no
chedda, Yo mom sold shoes and sweaters not better.