Luyện nghe bài hát Hustle

Yea, youngbloodz, the mic, track boys
Why'all ready for this 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 that's them you-way
We set it off don't get twist it still out making
Big pistol my word, ice cold is so superb
3 hits 4 shots I'm on it, you up off the curb
So bring your A-game, we bringing pain
You my sip ill pop your back like pootytank
So if ready run it, we got that shit that will
I'm Atlanta 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 down every time no day
I hustle
From the track or the trap fo
I baby
No day I hustle baby no day gotta baby
I won't get my around
I baby
I stay down time no day
I baby
From the track or the for sand
I hustle
No day I hustle no day gotta hustle baby

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

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

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