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 many wanna kill me?
I'm havin a, hard tryin to determine
If that's the homey, or the
Ol' shady-ass, no build for
Just like he plottin 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, without a
Nigga you ever pull a gun and don't use it
that's a good way to get your brains blow out
Motherfucker like me get to flashin I lose 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 this no baseball game, niggas 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 ecstasy Skittles
It'll get you in the long run, them long ones
Way girl ya dick and now it got ya on one
Came up shorted, circumstances nigga it
goes around comes around tryin to steal this (?) Brady hostess
Keep your focus, and never the love of the pocus
Set up hoes lovin to get jackers to and smoke us
Die-hard soldier, T-Pup-alicious, cops get
No mercy on or no bitches
Got in my clitches for a nigga to take some chances
So we can deal with these Sic-Wid-It-ass circumstances

various singers together

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

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

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

Nigga - slang suga delight enough to get my hustle
It's double like, a 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 shit I come through with
Bitch don't you the music?
(Don't you hear the music? Too for my shirt)
Too sexy for my shirt so bad
Niggas on the wanna put my ass up in the dirt, cause I skirt
A Lex-o and slurp a bottle full of X-O
Or maybe cause I'm with and a jug of ethel
You can't love it, don't leave the
Me and I'm heated two jugs of methyl

Damn, (??)cydal shit when shit starts to happen
to be the nigga just for cappin
Strappin up ain't no thang, it's
It's makin sure you all good it comes to enemies and rivals
It's +Higher Learning+, but it's +True
it comes to the +Superfly+
Speedy Gonzalez destroyes from the
Is it or stardom? Did we hurt yo' feelings, pardon
I'm makin niggas fall like on +Rage in Harlem+
(Beotch!) I'm on moonshine shit
Bit the cork off the
I'm drunk so let me for a while

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[Celly
Aww yeah now niggas know
Well ain't no sense in me around
My ground be the H-I-double-L-S-I-D-E bound
To you with 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 with these circumstances
Penitentiary chances, nina fluffin tap dancers
On your hood for breedin bitch-made niggas
Don't fade triggers so they quick get sprayed
I with wig-splitters, Colombian neck-tie throat slitters
(??) take a long business to get paid
To get rid of you
Chatter police-ass takin chances (takin chances)
Man you can't fuck these circumstances

And all you O.G. motherfuckers better tryin to mark them yungsta
Cause sooner or later, they dump, like some garbage dusters
Tryin to yo' weight around
Like you gon', uhh, take a spot
Nigga don't you know youngsters nowadays
Be off water and hot?

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