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 niggas wanna kill me?
I'm a, hard 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 mack 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 don't you ever a gun and don't use it
Nigga that's a good way to get your brains out
Motherfucker like me get to flashin then I it
Leave that ol' shit up to me and watch me it
Nigga, you betta be real about this
If you in it you in it be no punk
Nigga ain't no baseball game, niggas don't FORFEIT NO DAMN FUNK

Two brothers goin for sack
In the back of the 'llac, a whiffle
Strippin the fuck up out of some
Poppin ecstasy like
It'll get you in the long run, sniffin them long
Way girl burst ya and now it got ya on one
Came up shorted, circumstances nigga it
What goes around comes around tryin to steal this (?) hostess
Keep your focus, and the love of the hocus pocus
Set up hoes lovin to get jackers to come and us
Die-hard soldier, T-Pup-alicious, cops get
No mercy on or no bitches
Got in my clitches waitin for a nigga to take chances
So we can deal with these hardco' circumstances

Chorus: various together

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

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

I the world is full of crack babies
I remember when the world went
Til I copped a sack, and put it like that
And out like it didn't even fade me

Nigga - slang suga delight enough to get my 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 to ballin ferocious
Motherfucker, dust a nigga off like wax off, off a hard
(Fo' sheezy) ain't easy and motherfucker only if you breezy
Easy it, I does it do it off the fluid
Come with the newest shit I come through
don't you hear the music?
(Don't you hear the 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 and slurp a genie bottle full of X-O
Or maybe cause I'm with 40-Water and a jug of
You can't love it, don't the ghetto
Me and I'm heated like two jugs of

Damn, (??)cydal shit when vital starts to happen
Eager to be the nigga just for
up ain't 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 to the +Superfly+
Gonzalez destroyes from 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 drunk so let me chill for a

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[Celly
Aww yeah now niggas know
Well no sense in me fuckin around
My stompin ground be the H-I-double-L-S-I-D-E
To touch you with them tecs and make them marks, like checks
Slide a faulty bitch up under niggas
And 'em off with sex
no tellin what angle I'm comin with these circumstances
Penitentiary chances, ruff fluffin tap dancers
On your hood for breedin snitch bitch-made
Don't fade triggers so they quick get niggas
I fuck with wig-splitters, Colombian throat slitters
(??) take a time business to get paid
To get rid of you
Chatter police-ass niggas takin (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 gon' dump, like some dusters
to throw yo' weight around
Like you gon', uhh, take a spot
Nigga don't you these youngsters nowadays
Be off that water and

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