Luyện nghe bài hát Hustla

Got a sandwich on the hunnid spoke
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 30 feet away from the county line
The flyin', the golden smilin'
Wip it nice an they sign
Man, fuck, how denyin' my damn
This no find if we get stuck I'm doin' time

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

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

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

to burn an an can't mesquite it
Lord, I need it the third
Serve 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 gettin'
Came along with a ragin' thief hidin' under the
An momma won't quit buggin' me my heathenish ways

Now I've more tears then my mouth cold beer
Gotta be a Man on these rolls, overcomin' my
Body too quick to gaze, with 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 early
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

no tenth, thirty-five percent, dent in my hub caps
Sticks in my dove sacks, fifth till I that
Look, my baby husband got to eat mo
is what Im reachin' fo, money low, need some mo
Hustlin' these alone

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

Money, hos, clothes, automobiles, grills
No scrill, no deal, fifth weel, big
Wood sturnweel, weigh 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, out of hunny sacks
me, get my money back, still broke
Feel like I got shit to live fo, so much to kill fo

C'mon, niggas transition, ain't no use in sittin' 'round wishin'
But my ichin', poppa need a new transmition
Get my grind on, that bustle
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 what you
To these college degrees we applyin' to streets, I'm a hustla

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

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

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

I pause and refine a 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 it then 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 know me dog, neva be a dog
My state of mind's on the grind a eighths of raw

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