Luyện nghe bài hát Hustalz Song

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

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

[Chorus] what

do. An you ain't did it to a hustlaz do. An you didn't
it a hustla knew. An you ain't done 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 song. God forgive if the hustle is wrong.

Its bigger things so he to know shit. Striving to
be numba one 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, shall not kill,
shall not turn your back on those in need, i try to
flip, but these government teach me at these chosen
speeds. I'm just a rows of weeds. and i
with to stay on the road a lead till I leave with
what I sow, sold my soul indeed, leave me son 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 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 ain't you can hear the bass in her
tone, like she make it alone in a broken home and she
the brace for the just embracin the phone
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 know
happens I got you, and you know happened done happened
they was to drop you, not letters and shoes, no
chedda, Yo mom sold and sweaters shes not better.