Luyện nghe bài hát Hustla

Got a cheese on the hunnid 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 line
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 stuck I'm time

get messy with the Prezzy
A quarter pound ain't worth the
Drunk as hell, hurl the fifth
an forth we swerve and dip

Pumpkin' pie, a cop
I'll be damned, they took my
Shook 'em wit lead foot an hit
About a 105 miles per

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

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

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

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

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

Ain't no tenth, thirty-five percent, in my hub caps
Sticks in my sacks, fifth till I cuts that
Look, my baby got to eat some mo
Dough is what Im reachin' fo, money low, some mo
Hustlin' streets alone

Now everyday I work, 75, A&R me lies
I die, wanna drive big bodies wit' bubbla die
Now peep the side, ova them hills
Rich dude own them mills
Tha candy sto is for sale
junkies gone smoke it to death

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

I'm assed out in the back of the Pontiac
Got a cup of Coniac, wuarter out of hunny sacks
me, get my money back, still broke
Feel like I ain't got shit to live fo, so much to fo

C'mon, this transition, ain't no use in sittin' 'round wishin'
But my ichin', poppa need a new transmition
Get my grind on, hustle that
To make my grip in any zone

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

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

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

Hustla many meanings
you a crook in them books
Whether you usin' your mind or a 9
alcohol or runnin' the ball, you must get it in
You was born a hustla an you a die a
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 be worse than a hust fa mine
If I crush it then I'mma bust the 9

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

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