Luyện nghe bài hát Hustle

Yea, youngbloodz, kill the mic, track
Why'all ready for this shit,
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea

OK we back and bumping, youngbloodz that's us for
From to right we rocking 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 pistol that's my word, ice cold is so
3 hits 4 shots I'm on it, you up off the curb
So bring A-game, we bringing hella pain
You disrespect my sip ill pop your back like
So if your run it, we got that shit that will
I'm from steady bouncing blowing off the grill
Cause in the trunk its bumping, we going all night
So grab a cup 'cause ain't no way in you goin home

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

I'm a crime time hustler man, I to tell 'em
My crew 'cause its the ex-convict, fellon
Banana bazmellons of all these stitches telling
The bitches of bazballers and of shotcallers
Of better rounds of scopping he said lue to Oakland
Niggas praying and hoping, they don't get caught with and
Out a catin' and a cripping in Chicago they
Down south we got 36 oles and focus
This is no hocus pocus, play the game 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 drink of dat go for 5
We'll put that hot like between your eyes
And I keep it under the seat in the summer they me
Coming down street with beat sitting on some chesly feet
Outta town in that's gold rims, for be serving them
Everytime my stop my rims they still spin
A-town for life we never going change that
Still roll with them dope boys on the bow them J's at

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