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, that's us for sure
From left to right we and kicking 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 noise
Big pistol my word, ice cold is so superb
3 hits 4 I'm on it, running you up off the curb
So your A-game, we bringing hella pain
You disrespect my sip ill pop back like pootytank
So if your ready run it, we got shit that will
I'm from Atlanta steady bouncing blowing off the
Cause in the trunk its bumping, we going all night
So grab a cup 'cause ain't no way in hell you goin

I get my crime around
I baby
I stay down every no day
I baby
From the track or the fo sand
I hustle
No day I hustle baby no day hustle baby
I get my crime around
I hustle
I down every time no day
I baby
From the track or the for sand
I baby
No day I hustle no day gotta hustle baby

I'm a crime time hustler man, I tried to 'em
My crew 'cause its the ex-convict, fellon
Banana clips bazmellons of all stitches telling
The bitches of bazballers and secrets of
Of better rounds of scopping he said lue a-town to
Niggas praying and hoping, they don't get caught with and
Out a catin' and a cripping in Chicago folking
south we got 36 oles traping and focus
This is no hocus pocus, play the like locus
Players vibe up and whittin' I'm the cosmoses

My pimping is old school, and Chevy with bleak shoes
Tip and flip flops, Adidas and suede pumas
Who fo like 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 like between your eyes
And I keep it 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 be serving them
Everytime my Chevy stop my rims still spin
A-town for why'all we never going change that
Still roll with them dope boys on the bow them J's at

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