Luyện nghe bài hát Hustla

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

A G like 30 feet from the county 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

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

Pumpkin' pie, a cop
be damned, they took my crop
Shook 'em wit that foot an hit
About a 105 per hour

In the country wit the pudin', an chunky
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 mesquite it
Lord, I it fore the third
Serve Hell naw, got to be for sure
Standin' on the standard curb, days to bend an blurred

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

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

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

Ain't no tenth, percent, dent in my hub caps
Sticks in my sacks, fifth till I cuts that
Look, my baby husband got to eat mo
Dough is Im reachin' fo, money low, need some mo
Hustlin' 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 that own them mills
Tha candy sto is for sale
These junkies gone smoke it to

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

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

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

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

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

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

carry many meanings
Whether you a crook in them
you usin' your mind or usin' a 9
Bootleg alcohol or 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 mighty floss, et
For life in a balance of it, lyin' an shinin' a ro
I gotta be than a hust fa mine
If I don't it then I'mma bust the 9

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

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