Luyện nghe bài hát Hustla

Got a cheese sandwich on the spoke
Pork and a soda pop, I told a cop I'd beat it, lost
At 3 a.m., they up stop, we got it real 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 denyin' my damn
ain't no find if we get stuck I'm doin' time

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

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

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

to burn an an can't mesquite it
Lord, I need it the third
anybody? Hell naw, got to be for sure
Standin' on the curb, days begin to bend an blurred

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

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

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

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

Ain't no tenth, thirty-five percent, dent in my hub
Sticks in my dove sacks, fifth till I cuts
Look, my baby got to eat some mo
is what Im reachin' fo, money low, need some mo
Hustlin' these 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 open for
These junkies gone it to death

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

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, still
Feel like I 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', need a new transmition
Get my grind on, hustle bustle
To make my in any time zone

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

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

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

carry many meanings
Whether you a crook in books
Whether you your mind or usin' 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 and refine a mighty floss, et cetera
For life in a balance of it, lyin' an shinin' a ro
I gotta be worse than a hust fa
If I don't crush it I'mma bust the 9

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

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