Luyện nghe bài hát Hustla

Got a cheese sandwich on the hunnid
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 from the line
The weed flyin', the smilin'
Wip it nice an then sign
Man, fuck, how denyin' my luck
This ain't no find if we get I'm doin' time

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

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

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

Quick to burn an an can't it
Lord, I need it fore the
Serve anybody? Hell naw, got to be for
Standin' on the standard curb, days begin to an blurred

bacon, yeah, I'm havin' the wage
Tendency of a 50 hit, when it's about gettin'
Came along a ragin' 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, 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 grind and get I deserve

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bundle that bubble, 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 the cards 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 bird
To and get what I deserve

Hustla carry many
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 a hustla an you a die a hustla
Prophit, hit 'em it

I and refine a mighty floss, et cetera
For life in a balance of it, lyin' an a beddy ro
I gotta be worse than a hust fa
If I don't crush it then bust 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 billion
Ya me dog, neva be a oldie dog
My state of mind's on the grind like a 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?