Luyện nghe bài hát Hustle

Yea, youngbloodz, kill the mic, boys
Why'all ready for this shit,
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea

OK we back and bumping, that's us for sure
From left to we rocking and kicking down every door
out now get 'em shawty, oh that's them you-way boys
We set it off don't get it still out making noise
Big that's my word, ice cold is so superb
3 4 shots I'm on it, running you up off the curb
So bring your A-game, we hella pain
You disrespect my sip ill pop your back pootytank
So if ready run it, we got that shit that will
I'm from steady bouncing blowing off the grill
Cause in the its bumping, we going all night long
So grab a cup ain't no way in hell you goin home

I won't get my around
I hustle
I down every time no day
I baby
From the track or the fo sand
I hustle
No day I baby no day gotta hustle baby
I won't get my around
I baby
I stay every time no day
I hustle
the track or the trap for sand
I baby
No day I hustle baby no day gotta hustle

I'm a crime time hustler man, I tried to 'em
My crew 'cause its the ex-convict, fellon
Banana clips bazmellons of all stitches telling
The of bazballers and secrets of shotcallers
Of rounds of scopping he said lue a-town to Oakland
Niggas praying and hoping, they don't get caught with and
Out a catin' and a cripping in Chicago folking
Down south we got 36 traping and focus
This is no hocus pocus, the game like locus
vibe up and whittin' I'm the third cosmoses

My pimping is old school, and Chevy with bleak shoes
Tip tops and flip flops, Adidas and pumas
Who fo like why'all they never going change that
They slang goin where I hang and my bitches who'd-a-rest
And we all do-duces of dat go for 5
put that hot heat like between your eyes
And I keep it under the seat in the summer they me
Coming down your street with beat sitting on some chesly
Outta town in that's gold rims, for shawty be serving
Everytime my Chevy stop my rims still spin
A-town for life why'all we never change that
Still roll with them dope boys on the bow with J's at

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