Luyện nghe bài hát Hustle

Yea, youngbloodz, kill the mic, 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 and kicking down every door
Watch out now get 'em shawty, oh that's them boys
We set it off get twist it still out making noise
Big that's my word, ice cold is so superb
3 hits 4 shots I'm on it, you up off the curb
So your A-game, we bringing hella pain
You disrespect my sip ill pop your back pootytank
So if your ready run it, we got that shit that
I'm from Atlanta bouncing blowing off the grill
Cause in the trunk its bumping, we going all night
So grab a cup 'cause no way in hell you goin home

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

I'm a crime time hustler man, I to tell 'em
My crew 'cause its the ex-convict, fellon
clips bazmellons of all these stitches telling
The bitches of and secrets of shotcallers
Of better 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 folking
Down south we got 36 oles traping and
This is no hocus pocus, the game like locus
Players vibe up and whittin' I'm the cosmoses

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

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