Luyện nghe bài hát Hustle Hard

Uhh, dry as the fuck, and I'm (?) one left yo-yo
houses down, black street, dark (?) folk don't matter tho'
I know who to trust, what to look fo'
How niggas 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 somethin-ass
But I wanted to mack like he fin' to do
And I'll get to be dumpin on yo' ass
One of the main rules, of the game, a doubt
Nigga you ever pull a gun and don't use it
Nigga that's a way to get your brains blow out
Motherfucker me get to flashin then I lose it
Leave that ol' shit up to me and watch me it
Nigga, you be real about this shit
If you in it you in it don't be no
Nigga this ain't no baseball game, niggas don't FORFEIT NO DAMN

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

Chorus: various singers

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

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

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

Nigga - slang delight enough to get my hustle right
It's double like, a flip new with the bubble lights
Scuffle fights rats and roaches, I was the brokest
Motherfucker, now I'm the closest to ballin ferocious
Motherfucker, a nigga off like wax off, cracks off a hard
(Fo' sheezy) Pimpin ain't easy and only if you breezy
Easy does it, I does it do it off the
Come with the newest shit I come through
Bitch you hear the music?
(Don't you hear the music? Too for my shirt)
Too for my shirt so bad hurt
Niggas on the turf wanna put my ass up in the dirt, 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 can't it, don't leave the ghetto
Me and I'm heated like two jugs of

Damn, (??)cydal shit vital shit starts to happen
to be the nigga just for cappin
Strappin up ain't no thang, survival
It's makin sure you all good when it comes to enemies and
It's +Higher Learning+, but +True Lies+
it comes to the +Superfly+
Speedy Gonzalez from the Eastside
Is it ridicule or stardom? Did we 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 drunk so let me chill for a

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[Celly
Aww yeah now niggas know
Well ain't no sense in me fuckin
My stompin ground be the H-I-double-L-S-I-D-E
To touch you them tecs and make them marks, bounce like checks
Slide a faulty bitch up under niggas
And killin 'em off sex
Ain't no tellin what angle I'm comin these circumstances
Penitentiary chances, nina ruff fluffin tap
On your 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 long time business to get
To get rid of you
Chatter niggas takin chances (takin chances)
Man you can't fuck with these

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

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