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 kicking down door
out now get 'em shawty, oh that's them you-way boys
We set it off don't get twist it 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 back like pootytank
So if your run it, we got that shit that will
I'm Atlanta steady bouncing blowing off the grill
in the trunk its bumping, we going all night long
So grab a cup ain't no way in hell you goin home

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

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

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

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