Luyện nghe bài hát Hustla

Got a cheese sandwich on the spoke
Pork rinds and a soda pop, I 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 an then they sign
Man, fuck, how my damn luck
This ain't no if we get stuck I'm doin' time

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

pie, bust 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, an donkey, hell with that, just get the money
Got to be early bird to grind an get what I deserve

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

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

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
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
in my dove sacks, fifth till I cuts that
Look, my husband got to eat some mo
Dough is what Im reachin' fo, money low, some mo
Hustlin' streets alone

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

Money, hos, clothes, automobiles, gold
No scrill, no deal, weel, big grill
Wood grain sturnweel, it up, be still
Lay it on the fish

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

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

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 college degrees 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 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

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

I pause and refine a mighty floss, et
For life in a balance of it, lyin' an 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
all dem boys stay hot, said if we blow out finna go a billion time
Ya know me dog, neva be a dog
My state of mind's on the like a eighths of raw

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