Luyện nghe bài hát Hustle Hard

Uhh, dry as the fuck, and I'm (?) one left yo-yo
Seven down, black street, dark (?) folk don't matter tho'
I know who to trust, what to look fo'
How many niggas wanna me?
I'm havin a, hard time to determine
If that's the homey, or the
Ol' shady-ass, no for that
Just lookin he plottin 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, a doubt
Nigga don't you pull a gun and don't use it
Nigga a good way to get your brains blow out
Motherfucker like me get to flashin then I it
that ol' shit up to me and watch me prove it
Nigga, you betta be real this shit
If you in it you in it be no punk
Nigga this ain't no baseball game, niggas don't NO DAMN FUNK

Two goin sack for sack
In the back of the 'llac, a whiffle
the fuck up out of some willow
Poppin like Skittles
It'll get you in the long run, sniffin them ones
Way girl burst ya and now it got ya on one
Came up shorted, nigga quote it
What goes around comes around tryin to steal this (?) hostess
Keep your focus, and never the love of the hocus
Set up hoes to get jackers to come and smoke us
soldier, T-Pup-alicious, cops get vicious
No on haters or no bitches
Got in my clitches waitin for a to take some chances
So we can deal with these hardco' circumstances

Chorus: singers together

Takin all CHANCES
You never ever ever get them 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 the world went crazy
Til I a sack, and put it down like that
And out like it didn't even fade me

Nigga - suga delight enough to get my hustle right
It's double like, a flip new Benzo the bubble lights
Scuffle fights rats 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 easy and motherfucker only 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 hear the
(Don't you hear the Too sexy for my shirt)
Too for my shirt so bad hurt
Niggas on the turf wanna put my ass up in the dirt, cause I
A Lex-o and a genie 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 like two jugs of methyl

Damn, (??)cydal when vital shit starts to happen
to be the nigga just for cappin
Strappin up ain't no thang, it's
makin sure you all good when it comes to enemies and rivals
It's +Higher Learning+, but +True Lies+
When it comes to the
Speedy destroyes from the Eastside
Is it or stardom? Did we hurt yo' feelings, pardon
I'm makin niggas fall cops on +Rage 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 now niggas know
Well ain't no sense in me around
My stompin ground be the bound
To touch you with them and make 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 these circumstances
Penitentiary chances, nina fluffin tap dancers
On your hood for breedin bitch-made niggas
Don't fade so they quick get sprayed niggas
I fuck with wig-splitters, Colombian throat slitters
(??) take a long time to get paid
To get rid of you
Chatter police-ass niggas chances (takin chances)
Man you can't with these circumstances

And all you O.G. motherfuckers better stop tryin to mark yungsta
Cause sooner or later, they gon' dump, like some dusters
Tryin to throw yo' around
you gon', uhh, take over a spot
Nigga don't you these youngsters nowadays
Be off that and hot?

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