Luyện nghe bài hát Hustle

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

OK we back and bumping, youngbloodz us for sure
From left to right we rocking and down every door
Watch out now get 'em shawty, oh them you-way boys
We set it off don't get twist it still out making
Big pistol that's my word, ice cold is so
3 hits 4 shots I'm on it, running you up off the
So bring your A-game, we hella pain
You disrespect my sip ill pop your back pootytank
So if your ready run it, we got shit that will
I'm from Atlanta bouncing blowing off the grill
Cause in the trunk its bumping, we all night long
So grab a cup ain't no way in hell you goin home

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

I'm a crime time hustler man, I tried to '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 a-town to
praying and hoping, they don't get caught with dope and
Out a catin' and a cripping in Chicago folking
Down south we got 36 oles and focus
This is no pocus, play the game like locus
Players up and whittin' I'm the third cosmoses

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

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