Luyện nghe bài hát Hustle

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

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

I get my crime around
I hustle
I stay down every no day
I hustle
the track or the trap fo sand
I hustle
No day I hustle baby no day gotta hustle
I won't get my crime
I hustle
I stay down time no day
I baby
From the track or the trap for
I baby
No day I hustle baby no day 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 stitches telling
The bitches of bazballers and of shotcallers
Of better rounds of scopping he lue a-town to Oakland
Niggas praying and hoping, they don't get with dope and
Out a and a cripping in Chicago they folking
Down south we got 36 oles and focus
This is no hocus pocus, play the game like
vibe up and whittin' I'm the third cosmoses

My is old school, and they Chevy with bleak shoes
Tip tops and flops, Adidas and suede pumas
Who nigga fo like why'all they never 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
We'll put that hot heat between your eyes
And I it under the seat in the summer they sweating me
Coming down your street with beat sitting on some chesly
Outta town in gold rims, for shawty be serving them
Everytime my Chevy stop my they still spin
A-town for life why'all we going change that
Still roll with them dope boys on the bow with J's at

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