Luyện nghe bài hát Hustle Hard

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

Two brothers goin sack for
In the of the 'llac, takin a whiffle
Strippin the up out of some willow
ecstasy like Skittles
It'll get you in the 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 comes around tryin to this (?) Brady hostess
Keep focus, and never the love of the hocus pocus
Set up hoes lovin to get jackers to come and us
Die-hard soldier, T-Pup-alicious, get vicious
No mercy on or no bitches
Got in my waitin for a nigga to take some chances
So we can deal with these hardco' Sic-Wid-It-ass

Chorus: singers together

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

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

I said the world is of crack babies
I when the world went crazy
Til I a sack, and put it down like that
And rolled out like it didn't even me

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

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

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[Celly
Aww yeah now niggas know
Well ain't no in me fuckin around
My stompin be the H-I-double-L-S-I-D-E bound
To you with them tecs and make them marks, bounce like checks
Slide a faulty bitch up under niggas
And 'em off with sex
Ain't no tellin angle I'm comin with these circumstances
Penitentiary chances, nina ruff tap dancers
On your hood for snitch bitch-made niggas
Don't fade triggers so quick get sprayed niggas
I fuck wig-splitters, Colombian neck-tie throat slitters
(??) take a long business 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 better stop tryin to mark them
Cause sooner or later, they gon' dump, some garbage dusters
Tryin to yo' weight around
Like you gon', uhh, take over a
Nigga don't you know youngsters nowadays
Be off that water and

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