Luyện nghe bài hát Hustla

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

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

get messy with the Prezzy
A pound ain't worth 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
Shook 'em wit that foot an hit
a 105 miles per hour

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

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

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

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

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

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
is what Im reachin' fo, money low, need some mo
Hustlin' streets alone

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

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

I'm out in the back seat of the Pontiac
Got a cup of Coniac, wuarter 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, this niggas transition, ain't no use in sittin' wishin'
But my hands ichin', poppa a new transmition
Get my on, hustle that bustle
To my grip in any time zone

Bundle that bubble, make it split
We buy peices, ounces, keys, weed, Xs, Zs, nigga,
Anything you ask fo', we got you need
To college degrees we applyin' 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 bird
To grind and get 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 what I

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

I and refine 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, over y'all
Wit' all dem boys stay hot, said if we blow out 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 you bust for all my niggas
Live for the so we can hustle 'em all
What? What?