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 the county line
The flyin', the golden smilin'
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 with the Prezzy
A quarter ain't worth the rizzy
Drunk as hell, hurl the fifth
Back an we swerve and dip

Pumpkin' pie, a cop
I'll be damned, took my crop
Shook 'em wit lead foot an hit
About a 105 per hour

In the country wit the pudin', an chunky
40 acre, mule an donkey, hell that, just get the money
Got to be that early bird to 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 standard curb, days begin to an blurred

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

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

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 I deserve

no tenth, thirty-five percent, dent in my hub caps
Sticks in my sacks, fifth till I cuts that
Look, my baby husband got to eat mo
Dough is what Im fo, money low, need some mo
Hustlin' streets alone

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

Money, hos, clothes, automobiles, grills
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 back of the Pontiac
Got a cup full of Coniac, out of hunny sacks
Tell me, get my money back, still
Feel I ain't got shit to live fo, so much to kill fo

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

Bundle that bubble, let's make it
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 you dealt
Then you struggle, got to put in
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 bird
To and get what I deserve

Hustla many meanings
Whether you a in them books
you usin' your mind or usin' a 9
Bootleg or runnin' 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, an shinin' a beddy ro
I gotta be worse than a fa mine
If I don't crush it I'mma 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 time
Ya know me dog, be a oldie dog
My state of mind's on the grind like a of raw

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