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 that's us for
From left to right we rocking and kicking down every
Watch out now get 'em shawty, oh that's them 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, 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 ready run it, we got that shit will
I'm from Atlanta steady bouncing off the grill
in the trunk 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 hustle
I down every time no day
I hustle
From the or the trap fo sand
I baby
No day I hustle baby no day gotta hustle
I won't get my crime
I hustle
I stay every time no day
I baby
the track or the trap for sand
I baby
No day I hustle baby no day gotta baby

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

My pimping is old school, and they Chevy with shoes
Tip and flip flops, Adidas and suede pumas
Who nigga fo like they never going change that
They slang goin where I hang and my they who'd-a-rest
And we all do-duces of dat go for 5
We'll put that hot heat like between 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 be serving them
Everytime my Chevy stop my rims they spin
A-town for life we never going change that
Still roll with them dope on the bow with them J's at

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