Luyện nghe bài hát Hustle Hard

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

Two brothers sack for sack
In the of the 'llac, takin a whiffle
Strippin the up out of some willow
Poppin ecstasy like
get you in the long run, sniffin them long ones
Way girl ya dick and now it got ya on one
Came up shorted, nigga quote it
What goes around around tryin to steal this (?) Brady hostess
Keep your focus, and never the love of the pocus
Set up hoes lovin to get jackers to come and us
soldier, T-Pup-alicious, cops get vicious
No mercy on haters or no
Got in my clitches waitin for a nigga to take chances
So we can deal with these hardco' Sic-Wid-It-ass

Chorus: various singers

all these CHANCES
You might ever ever get them CIRCUMSTANCES
CHANCES
You might ever ever get them CIRCUMSTANCES

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

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

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

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

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[Celly
Aww yeah yeah now know
Well ain't no sense in me fuckin
My stompin ground be the bound
To touch you with them and make them marks, bounce like checks
Slide a faulty up under these niggas
And 'em off with sex
Ain't no tellin what I'm comin with these circumstances
Penitentiary chances, nina ruff tap dancers
On your hood for snitch bitch-made niggas
fade 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
Chatter police-ass takin chances (takin chances)
Man you can't fuck with circumstances

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

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