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 don't matter
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 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, without a
Nigga don't you ever pull a gun and use it
Nigga that's a good way to get brains blow out
like 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, don't FORFEIT NO DAMN FUNK

Two brothers goin for sack
In the back of the 'llac, takin a
the fuck up out of some willow
Poppin like Skittles
It'll get you in the long run, sniffin them ones
Way burst ya dick and now it got ya on one
Came up shorted, circumstances nigga it
What goes around comes around tryin to this (?) Brady hostess
Keep focus, and never the love of the hocus pocus
Set up lovin to get jackers to come 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 these hardco' Sic-Wid-It-ass

Chorus: various singers

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

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

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

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

Damn, (??)cydal shit when shit starts to happen
to be the nigga just for cappin
Strappin up no thang, it's survival
It's makin sure you all when it comes to enemies and rivals
It's +Higher Learning+, but +True 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 like cops on +Rage in Harlem+
(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 niggas
Well ain't no sense in me around
My stompin ground be the H-I-double-L-S-I-D-E
To touch you with them tecs and make marks, bounce like checks
Slide a faulty bitch up these niggas
And 'em off with sex
Ain't no tellin what angle I'm comin with circumstances
Penitentiary chances, nina ruff tap dancers
On your hood for breedin snitch niggas
Don't fade triggers so quick get sprayed niggas
I fuck with wig-splitters, Colombian neck-tie throat
(??) a long time business to get paid
To get rid of you
Chatter police-ass niggas chances (takin chances)
Man you can't fuck with circumstances

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

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