Luyện nghe bài hát Hustle Hard

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

Two goin sack for sack
In the of the 'llac, takin a whiffle
Strippin the fuck up out of some
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, circumstances nigga it
What goes comes around tryin to steal this (?) Brady hostess
Keep your focus, and the love of the hocus pocus
Set up hoes lovin to get jackers to and smoke us
soldier, T-Pup-alicious, cops get vicious
No on haters or no bitches
Got in my waitin for a nigga to take some chances
So we can deal with hardco' Sic-Wid-It-ass circumstances

Chorus: various singers

Takin all these
You might never ever ever get CIRCUMSTANCES
Penitentiary
You might never ever ever get CIRCUMSTANCES

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

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

Nigga - slang suga enough to get my hustle right
It's like, a flip new Benzo with the bubble lights
Scuffle fights with rats and roaches, I was the
Motherfucker, now I'm the closest nigga to ballin
Motherfucker, dust a nigga off like wax off, 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 with the newest shit I through with
Bitch you hear the music?
(Don't you hear the Too sexy for my shirt)
Too for my shirt so bad hurt
Niggas on the wanna put my ass up in the dirt, cause I skirt
A Lex-o and slurp a genie bottle of X-O
Or maybe cause I'm with 40-Water and a jug of
You can't love it, leave the ghetto
Me and I'm like two jugs of methyl

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

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

And all you O.G. motherfuckers better stop tryin to mark them
Cause sooner or later, they dump, like some garbage dusters
Tryin to throw yo' weight
Like you gon', uhh, take a spot
Nigga you know these youngsters nowadays
Be off that water and

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