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, youngbloodz us for sure
From left to right we rocking and kicking down every
Watch out now get 'em shawty, oh that's you-way boys
We set it off don't get twist it still out making
Big that's my word, ice cold is so superb
3 4 shots I'm on it, running you up off the curb
So bring your A-game, we hella pain
You disrespect my sip ill pop your back pootytank
So if your run it, we got that shit that will
I'm from Atlanta 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 hell you home

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

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

My pimping is old school, and they Chevy bleak shoes
Tip tops and flip flops, and suede pumas
Who nigga fo like why'all they never going 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 under the seat in the summer they me
Coming down your street beat sitting on some chesly feet
Outta town in gold rims, for shawty be serving them
Everytime my Chevy my rims they still spin
A-town for life why'all we going change that
Still roll them dope boys on the bow with them J's at

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