Luyện nghe bài hát Hustla

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

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

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

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

In the country wit the pudin', good an
40 acre, mule an donkey, with that, just get the money
Got to be that early to grind an get what I deserve

to burn an an can't mesquite it
Lord, I need it fore the
Serve anybody? Hell naw, got to be for
on the standard curb, days begin 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 thief hidin' under the shade
An won't quit buggin' me about my heathenish ways

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

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

If you the cards you dealt
Then you struggle, got to put in
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, fifth till I cuts
Look, my baby husband got to eat mo
Dough is what Im fo, money low, need some mo
these streets alone

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

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

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

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

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 degrees we 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 early
To and get what I deserve

If you play the cards you
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 in them books
you usin' your mind or usin' a 9
Bootleg or runnin' the ball, you must get it in
You was a hustla an you a die a hustla
Prophit, hit 'em it

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

I tell ya dog, get on the blocks in over-alls, it's y'all
Wit' all dem boys stay hot, said if we blow out finna go a 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?