Luyện nghe bài hát Hustle Hard

Uhh, dry as the fuck, and I'm (?) one left yo-yo
Seven houses down, black street, dark (?) folk matter tho'
I don't know who to trust, to look fo'
How many niggas kill me?
I'm havin a, time tryin to determine
If the homey, or the enemy
Ol' shady-ass, no build for
lookin like he plottin on somethin-ass nigga
But I wanted to like he fin' to do somethin
And get to be dumpin on yo' ass nigga
One of the main rules, of the game, a doubt
don't you ever pull a gun and don't use it
Nigga that's a good way to get brains blow out
like me get to flashin then I lose it
Leave that ol' up to me and watch me prove it
Nigga, you betta be real about shit
If you in it you in it don't be no
Nigga this ain't no baseball game, niggas don't FORFEIT NO DAMN

Two goin sack for sack
In the back of the 'llac, takin a
Strippin the up out of some willow
ecstasy like Skittles
It'll get you in the long run, them long ones
Way burst ya dick and now it got ya on one
Came up shorted, circumstances quote it
What goes around comes around tryin to steal this (?) Brady
Keep your focus, and never the love of the hocus
Set up hoes lovin to get jackers to and smoke us
Die-hard soldier, T-Pup-alicious, cops get
No mercy on haters or no
Got in my clitches for a nigga to take some chances
So we can deal with these Sic-Wid-It-ass circumstances

Chorus: singers together

Takin all these
You might never ever get them CIRCUMSTANCES
CHANCES
You might never ever ever get CIRCUMSTANCES

Chorus Two: Cold 187um, Kokane + (repeat 2X)

I said the is full of crack babies
I remember when the world crazy
Til I copped a sack, and put it like that
And rolled out like it even fade me

Nigga - suga delight enough to get my hustle right
It's double like, a new Benzo with the bubble lights
Scuffle fights with rats and roaches, I was the
Motherfucker, now I'm the closest nigga to ferocious
Motherfucker, dust a nigga off like wax off, cracks off a
(Fo' sheezy) Pimpin ain't easy and motherfucker only if you
Easy it, I does it do it off the fluid
Come with the newest I come through with
Bitch you hear the music?
(Don't you hear the music? Too for my shirt)
Too sexy for my so bad hurt
Niggas on the turf wanna put my ass up in the dirt, I skirt
A Lex-o and a genie bottle full of X-O
Or cause I'm with 40-Water and a jug of ethel
You can't love it, leave the ghetto
Me and I'm like two jugs of methyl

Damn, (??)cydal shit when vital starts to happen
Eager to be the just for cappin
up ain't no thang, it's survival
It's makin sure you all good when it comes to enemies and
It's +Higher Learning+, but it's +True
it comes to the +Superfly+
Speedy Gonzalez from the Eastside
Is it or stardom? Did we hurt yo' feelings, pardon
I'm makin fall like cops on +Rage in Harlem+
(Beotch!) I'm on moonshine shit
Bit the off the Cristal
I'm drunk so let me for a while

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Cel]
Aww yeah yeah now niggas
Well ain't no sense in me fuckin
My stompin ground be the H-I-double-L-S-I-D-E
To touch you with them tecs and make marks, bounce like checks
Slide a faulty bitch up under niggas
And 'em off with sex
Ain't no tellin what I'm comin with these circumstances
Penitentiary chances, nina fluffin tap dancers
On hood for breedin snitch bitch-made niggas
Don't triggers so they quick get sprayed niggas
I with wig-splitters, Colombian neck-tie throat slitters
(??) take a long time to get paid
To get rid of you
police-ass niggas takin chances (takin chances)
Man you can't fuck these circumstances

And all you O.G. motherfuckers stop tryin to mark them yungsta
Cause sooner or later, they gon' dump, some garbage dusters
Tryin to throw yo' weight
Like you gon', uhh, take over a
Nigga don't you these youngsters nowadays
Be off that and hot?

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