Luyện nghe bài hát Hustla

Got a cheese sandwich on the hunnid
Pork and a soda pop, I told 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 they sign
Man, fuck, how denyin' my luck
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 that, just get the money
Got to be that early bird to grind an get what I

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

bacon, yeah, I'm havin' the wage
Tendency of a 50 hit, when it's gettin' payed
Came with a ragin' thief hidin' under the shade
An momma quit buggin' me about my heathenish ways

Now I've wasted more tears then my cold beer
be a Man on these rolls, overcomin' my fears
Body too quick to gaze, with 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 early
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 and get what I deserve

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

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

Money, hos, clothes, automobiles, grills
No scrill, no deal, weel, big grill
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 full of Coniac, wuarter out of hunny
Tell me, get my money back, still
Feel I ain't got shit to live fo, so much to kill fo

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

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

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

Hustla carry many
you a crook in them books
Whether you usin' your 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 a mighty floss, et cetera
For life in a balance of it, an shinin' a beddy ro
I be worse than a hust fa mine
If I don't crush it then I'mma 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 know me dog, neva be a 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?