Luyện nghe bài hát Hustle

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

OK we back and bumping, that's us for sure
From to right we rocking and kicking 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 I'm on it, running you up off the curb
So your 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 Atlanta steady blowing off the grill
Cause in the its bumping, we going all night long
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 hustle
the track or the trap fo sand
I baby
No day I baby no day gotta hustle baby
I won't get my crime
I hustle
I stay every time no day
I hustle
From the track or the for sand
I hustle
No day I baby no day gotta hustle baby

I'm a crime time hustler man, I tried to 'em
My crew 'cause its the ex-convict, convicted
Banana clips bazmellons of all 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 dope and
Out a catin' and a in Chicago they folking
Down south we got 36 oles and focus
This is no hocus pocus, play the like locus
Players vibe up and I'm the third cosmoses

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

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