Luyện nghe bài hát Hustalz Song

Chorus: [ah ha] Ohh mmmmmmmm 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 like yellow lights. [ah ha] so i
got to get it mellow ride me the block around the
nothin nice. I roll like cherry red yellow dice just
watch it pop call it the "kettle white", its hot,
the block , it the "ghetto wife", Paul McCane 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 at all remains, all the flossy
things, from all the claws and fangs, remarks from
all of yall have changed. Bustin all yall 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 ain't till a hustlaz
threw. I'm a customer too its what do. an you ain't
seen it till you seen it from a hustla'z view. yo eyes
its a hustlaz song. God if the hustle is wrong.

Its bigger things so he becomes to know shit. to
be one till I overdose.I speak it now on my tongue
it from youngest son, runnin from older quotes, "Thou
shall not sin, thou shall not steal, thou not kill,
shall not turn 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 road a lead till I leave
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 some bowling balls, kept it directed at the
pen and it for yall.

It takes a lot of patience you takin it on, a lot of
a lot of makin it known, but I ain't the type of
nigga that be it on.I was the king of this city now
they replacing the thrown. I know its a lot of hatin
at home, and she waitin you can hear the bass in her
tone, like she can't it alone in a broken home and she
the brace for the bone just embracin the
a lot of up letters a lot of erasing the poems, a
lot of to grips that you gonna be facin alone. All
this all this time you was wrong.But you know whatever
happens I got you, and you what happened done happened
they was happy to you, not letters and shoes, no
chedda, Yo mom shoes and sweaters shes not better.