Luyện nghe bài hát Hustla

Got a cheese sandwich on the spoke
Pork rinds and a soda pop, I a cop I'd beat it, lost
At 3 a.m., they told up stop, we got it real, to the top

A G like 30 feet away from the county
The flyin', the golden smilin'
Wip it nice an then sign
Man, fuck, how my damn luck
This ain't no find if we get I'm doin' time

Don't get with the Prezzy
A quarter pound ain't the rizzy
as hell, then hurl the fifth
Back an we swerve and dip

pie, bust a cop
I'll be damned, they took my
'em wit that lead foot an hit
About a 105 per hour

In the country wit the pudin', good an
40 acre, mule an donkey, with that, just get the money
Got to be that early to grind an get what I deserve

Quick to burn an an can't it
Lord, I it fore the third
Serve Hell naw, got to be for sure
Standin' on the standard curb, days begin to bend an

Homegrown bacon, yeah, I'm the wage
Tendency of a 50 hit, when about gettin' payed
Came along a ragin' thief hidin' under the shade
An momma won't quit buggin' me about my heathenish

Now I've wasted more tears then my mouth cold
Gotta be a Man on rolls, overcomin' my fears
Body too quick to gaze, they head on bob
Get dee, life is but the dirt is hard, yeah

If you the cards you dealt
you struggle, got to put in work
And I got to be the early
To grind and get what I

If you play the you dealt
Then you struggle, got to put in
And I got to be the early
To grind and get I deserve

no tenth, thirty-five percent, dent in my hub caps
Sticks in my sacks, fifth till I cuts that
Look, my husband got to eat some mo
Dough is what Im reachin' fo, low, need some mo
these streets alone

Now I work, 75, A&R tellin' me lies
'Fore I die, wanna drive big bodies wit' die
Now peep the otha side, ova them
Rich dude that own them
Tha candy sto is open for
These junkies gone it to death

Money, hos, clothes, automobiles, grills
No scrill, no deal, fifth weel, big
grain sturnweel, weigh it up, be still
Lay it on the fish

I'm assed out in the back seat of the
Got a cup full of Coniac, wuarter out of hunny
Tell me, get my money back, broke
Feel I ain't got shit to live fo, so much to kill fo

C'mon, this niggas transition, ain't no use in 'round wishin'
But my hands ichin', poppa a new transmition
Get my grind on, that bustle
To make my in any time zone

Bundle that bubble, let's make it
We buy peices, ounces, keys, weed, Xs, Zs, nigga,
you ask fo', we got what you need
To these college degrees we applyin' to streets, 'cause I'm a

If you play the cards you
Then you struggle, got to put in
And I got to be the bird
To grind and get what I

If you the cards you dealt
you struggle, got to put in work
And I got to be the early
To grind and get what I

Hustla many meanings
Whether you a crook in books
Whether you usin' your or usin' a 9
Bootleg or runnin' the ball, you must get it in
You was a hustla an you a die a hustla
Prophit, hit 'em it

I pause and refine a floss, et cetera
For life in a of it, lyin' an shinin' a beddy ro
I gotta be worse than a fa mine
If I don't crush it I'mma bust the 9

I tell ya dog, get on the blocks in over-alls, it's over
all dem boys stay hot, said if we blow out finna go a billion time
Ya me dog, neva be a oldie dog
My state of on the grind like a eighths of raw

Don't go trickin' 'em all, I'mma have you bust for all my
for the days so we can hustle 'em all
What? What?