Luyện nghe bài hát Hustle

Put your money where your mouth is ain't playing
I know like you that are broke just claiming
Ain't saying just flapping your lips
Just your mouth because you can talk some shit
Ain't got nothing to for busting cool ass raps
But that's cool with me dog where your at
I'm talking about the hustle even if your fresh see wack
I get paid homey band man stacks

Give me a five and make it a twenty
Give me a fifty and I'll turn into a a hunnies
Give me ten g's and I'll you what I can do
Richter's on the hustle and we grabbing loot
I used to and serve sacks on a day to day basis
Now I serve and slang raps fill my beats bass
It's a game it's a we all paper chasing
On the road for two months coming with bacon

You stop our hustle
You stop this
You can't our hustle
even try kid
You stop our hustle
We wide now
You can't stop our
Koast II Koast
You can't our hustle
The game's all the
You can't stop our
Just trying to some change
You stop our hustle
time to build the stacks
You can't stop our
So the hustlers at

knows I got cops on the payroll
So just lay low I say so
When that whistle we'll all be splitting dough
Nobody act dumb until the orders
There be enough cheese to spread for everyone
Making legal money and the hate it
Real underdogs most
We got the underground branded and spaded

Watch me get my boogie on and flex this
Ten years later still on the hustle
I'm a get my grind on dig out with a shovel
Keep my chips then watch my ends bubble
Let the double stack them up to the ceiling
When this shit's all done with I'll be a million
Watch me shine just let me this bud
Let me drink cocktail I feel like getting' fucked up

I'm gonna hustle until the wheels off
Keep on going out for mine never punching a
'Cause the hustle don't the game waits for nobody
Just trying to make cash like my last name was Gotti
Stay on the grind Independent trucks
Fifty fifty five-o let me know up
And you can still catch me on the of P-Town
I can add sacks all the way to a pound

Don't matter none what you say or you do
Throw salt in the but it's coming right back at you
Snitches and bitches dirty rats and double
Fuck off we the bosses
Fuck off like 2 Dope said
These are ties we all breaking bread

You eat crumbs the table
Wipe your you're dropped from the label