Luyện nghe bài hát Hustle

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

OK we back and bumping, 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 get twist it still out making noise
Big pistol that's my word, ice cold is so
3 hits 4 shots I'm on it, running you up off the
So your A-game, we bringing hella pain
You disrespect my sip ill pop your like pootytank
So if your ready run it, we got that shit that
I'm Atlanta steady bouncing blowing off the grill
Cause in the trunk its bumping, we all night long
So grab a cup 'cause ain't no way in hell you goin

I won't get my crime
I baby
I stay down every no day
I hustle
From the track or the fo sand
I baby
No day I hustle baby no day hustle baby
I won't get my crime
I hustle
I stay down time no day
I hustle
the track or the trap 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 its the ex-convict, convicted fellon
Banana bazmellons of all these stitches telling
The bitches of bazballers and secrets of
Of rounds of scopping he said lue a-town to Oakland
Niggas and hoping, they don't get caught with dope and
Out a catin' and a in Chicago they folking
Down south we got 36 oles and focus
This is no hocus pocus, play the game like
Players up and whittin' I'm the third cosmoses

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

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