Luyện nghe bài hát Hustle

Yea, youngbloodz, kill the mic, track
Why'all ain't ready for shit,
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea

OK we and bumping, youngbloodz that's us for sure
From left to right we rocking and down every door
Watch out now get 'em shawty, oh them you-way boys
We set it off don't get twist it still out making
Big pistol 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 bringing hella
You disrespect my sip ill pop your like pootytank
So if your ready run it, we got that shit that
I'm from steady bouncing blowing off the grill
Cause in the trunk its bumping, we going all long
So grab a cup 'cause no way in hell you goin home

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

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

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

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