Luyện nghe bài hát Hustla

Got a cheese 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 like 30 feet away from the line
The flyin', the golden smilin'
Wip it an then they sign
Man, fuck, how denyin' my damn
This ain't no find if we get stuck I'm time

Don't get messy the Prezzy
A quarter ain't worth the rizzy
Drunk as hell, then hurl the
Back an we swerve and dip

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

In the country wit the pudin', an chunky
40 acre, mule an donkey, with that, just get the money
Got to be that bird 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Money, hos, clothes, automobiles, gold
No scrill, no deal, weel, big grill
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, wuarter out of hunny
Tell me, get my money back, broke
Feel like I ain't got shit to live fo, so 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 on, hustle that bustle
To make my grip in any time

Bundle that bubble, make it split
We buy peices, ounces, keys, weed, Xs, Zs, nigga,
you ask fo', we got what 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 what I

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

Hustla many meanings
Whether you a crook in books
Whether you usin' 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 gotta be worse than a hust fa
If I don't crush it I'mma bust the 9

I ya dog, get on the blocks in over-alls, it's over 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 like a eighths of raw

go trickin' 'em all, I'mma have you bust for all my niggas
Live for the days so we can 'em all
What? What?