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 told up stop, we got it real, to the top

A G 30 feet away from the county line
The weed flyin', the golden
Wip it nice an they sign
Man, fuck, how denyin' my damn
This ain't no find if we get stuck I'm time

get messy with the Prezzy
A quarter pound worth the rizzy
Drunk as hell, hurl the fifth
Back an we swerve and dip

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

In the country wit the pudin', an chunky
40 acre, an donkey, hell with that, just get the money
Got to be that early bird to grind an get what I

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

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

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

If you play the 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 bird
To grind and get I deserve

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

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

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

I'm out in the back seat of the Pontiac
Got a cup full of Coniac, wuarter out of 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 ichin', poppa need a new transmition
Get my grind on, hustle that
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 college we applyin' to streets, 'cause I'm a hustla

If you play the cards you
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

Hustla carry meanings
Whether you a in them books
you usin' your mind or usin' a 9
Bootleg alcohol or runnin' the ball, you get it in
You was born a an you a die a hustla
Prophit, hit 'em it

I pause and a mighty floss, et cetera
For life in a balance of it, lyin' an shinin' a ro
I gotta be worse a hust fa mine
If I don't it then I'mma bust the 9

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

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