Luyện nghe bài hát Hustle Hard

Uhh, dry as the fuck, and I'm (?) one with yo-yo
Seven houses down, black street, (?) folk don't matter tho'
I don't know who to trust, what to 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
Just lookin like he 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, without a
Nigga you ever pull a gun and don't use it
that's a good way to get your brains blow out
Motherfucker me get to flashin then I lose it
Leave ol' shit up to me and watch me prove it
Nigga, you betta be real about shit
If you in it you in it be no punk
Nigga this ain't no baseball game, niggas don't FORFEIT NO FUNK

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

various singers together

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

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

I said the is full of crack babies
I remember the world went crazy
Til I copped a sack, and put it down like
And rolled out like it didn't fade me

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

Damn, (??)cydal shit when vital shit to happen
Eager to be the nigga just for
Strappin up no thang, it's survival
It's makin sure you all when it comes to enemies and rivals
It's Learning+, but it's +True Lies+
When it comes to the
Speedy Gonzalez destroyes the Eastside
Is it ridicule or Did we hurt yo' feelings, pardon
I'm makin niggas fall like cops on in Harlem+
(Beotch!) I'm on some moonshine
Bit the off the Cristal
I'm so let me chill for a while

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

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