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 tho'
I don't know who to trust, to look fo'
How many niggas kill me?
I'm havin a, hard tryin to determine
If that's the homey, or the
Ol' shady-ass, no build for
Just lookin like he on somethin-ass nigga
But I wanted to mack like he to do somethin
And I'll get to be on yo' ass nigga
One of the main rules, of the game, a doubt
Nigga don't you ever pull a gun and use it
Nigga that's a good way to get your brains out
Motherfucker like me get to then I lose it
Leave that ol' shit up to me and 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 FORFEIT NO DAMN

Two brothers sack for sack
In the back of the 'llac, takin a
Strippin the up out of some willow
Poppin like Skittles
It'll get you in the run, sniffin them long ones
Way burst ya dick and now it got ya on one
up shorted, circumstances nigga quote it
What goes around comes around tryin to steal this (?) 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 haters or no
Got in my clitches for a nigga to take some chances
So we can deal with these hardco' circumstances

various singers together

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

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

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

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

Damn, (??)cydal shit when vital shit starts to
Eager to be the nigga for cappin
up ain't no thang, it's survival
It's makin sure you all good when it comes to enemies and
+Higher Learning+, but it's +True Lies+
When it comes to the
Gonzalez destroyes from the Eastside
Is it ridicule or 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 chill for a

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[Celly
Aww yeah yeah now niggas
Well no sense in me fuckin around
My stompin ground be the bound
To touch you with them tecs and make them marks, bounce like
a faulty bitch up under these niggas
And 'em off with sex
Ain't no tellin angle I'm comin with these circumstances
Penitentiary chances, nina ruff tap dancers
On your for breedin snitch bitch-made niggas
Don't fade triggers so they quick get sprayed
I fuck with wig-splitters, neck-tie throat slitters
(??) take a long time business to get
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 them yungsta
Cause sooner or later, they dump, like some garbage dusters
Tryin to throw yo' around
Like you gon', uhh, take over a
Nigga don't you these youngsters nowadays
Be off that water and

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