Luyện nghe bài hát Hustla

Got a cheese sandwich on the hunnid
Pork rinds and a soda pop, I told a cop I'd beat it,
At 3 a.m., told up stop, we got it real 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 my damn luck
This ain't no find if we get I'm doin' time

Don't get messy with the
A pound ain't worth the rizzy
Drunk as hell, hurl the fifth
Back an forth we and dip

Pumpkin' pie, a cop
I'll be damned, took my crop
Shook 'em wit that 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 that early to grind an get what I deserve

Quick to burn an an mesquite it
Lord, I need it the third
Serve anybody? Hell naw, got to be for
Standin' on the curb, days begin to bend an blurred

Homegrown bacon, yeah, I'm the wage
of a 50 hit, when it's about gettin' payed
Came along with a thief hidin' under the shade
An momma won't quit buggin' me about my ways

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

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

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

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

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

Money, hos, clothes, automobiles, gold
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, out of hunny sacks
Tell me, get my money back, still
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' 'round
But my hands ichin', poppa need a new
Get my grind on, that bustle
To make my in any time zone

Bundle that bubble, let's make it
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 you dealt
Then you struggle, got to put in
And I got to be the early
To grind and get what I

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

Hustla carry many
you a crook in them books
Whether you usin' your mind or 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 mighty floss, et
For life in a balance of it, lyin' an a beddy ro
I gotta be than a hust fa mine
If I crush it then I'mma bust the 9

I tell ya dog, get on the in over-alls, it's over y'all
Wit' all dem boys stay hot, said if we out finna go a billion time
Ya know me dog, be a oldie dog
My of mind's on the grind like a eighths of raw

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