Luyện nghe bài hát Hustle Hard

Uhh, dry as the fuck, and I'm (?) one left with
Seven houses down, black street, dark (?) folk matter tho'
I don't who to trust, what to look fo'
How many niggas wanna me?
I'm havin a, hard time tryin to
If that's the homey, or the
Ol' shady-ass, no for that
Just lookin he plottin on somethin-ass nigga
But I to mack like 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 that ol' shit up to me and watch me 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 brothers goin for sack
In the back of the 'llac, takin a
the fuck up out of some willow
Poppin ecstasy Skittles
get you in the long run, sniffin them long ones
Way girl burst ya and now it got ya on one
Came up shorted, circumstances quote it
What goes comes around tryin to steal this (?) Brady hostess
your focus, and never the love of the hocus pocus
Set up hoes lovin to get jackers to and smoke us
soldier, T-Pup-alicious, cops get vicious
No on haters or no bitches
Got in my waitin for a nigga to take some chances
So we can with these hardco' Sic-Wid-It-ass circumstances

Chorus: various together

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

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

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

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

Damn, (??)cydal shit vital shit starts to happen
Eager to be the nigga just for
Strappin up ain't no thang, survival
It's makin sure you all good when it comes to enemies and
It's Learning+, but it's +True Lies+
When it to the +Superfly+
Speedy 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 some moonshine
Bit the off the Cristal
I'm drunk so let me for a while

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[Celly
Aww yeah yeah now know
Well ain't no sense in me around
My ground be the H-I-double-L-S-I-D-E bound
To touch you with them tecs and make them marks, like checks
Slide a faulty bitch up under these
And killin 'em off sex
Ain't no tellin what angle I'm with these circumstances
Penitentiary chances, nina ruff tap dancers
On your hood for breedin snitch niggas
Don't fade triggers so they quick get sprayed
I fuck with wig-splitters, Colombian throat slitters
(??) a long time 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. better stop tryin to mark them yungsta
Cause or later, they gon' dump, like some garbage dusters
Tryin to throw yo' weight
Like you gon', uhh, take a spot
Nigga don't you know these youngsters
Be off that and hot?

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