Luyện nghe bài hát Hustle Hard

Uhh, dry as the fuck, and I'm (?) one with yo-yo
Seven houses down, black street, dark (?) folk matter tho'
I don't know who to trust, what to fo'
How many niggas kill me?
I'm havin a, hard time to determine
If the homey, or the enemy
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 pull a gun and don't 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' up to me and watch me prove it
Nigga, you betta be real about this
If you in it you in it don't be no
Nigga this ain't no baseball game, niggas don't FORFEIT NO FUNK

Two brothers goin sack for
In the of the 'llac, takin a whiffle
the fuck up out of some willow
Poppin ecstasy like
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 nigga it
What goes comes around tryin to steal this (?) Brady hostess
Keep your focus, and the love of the hocus pocus
Set up hoes lovin to get to come and smoke us
soldier, T-Pup-alicious, cops get vicious
No mercy on haters or no
Got in my clitches for a nigga to take some chances
So we can deal with these Sic-Wid-It-ass circumstances

Chorus: various singers

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 when the world crazy
Til I a sack, and put it down like that
And rolled out it didn't even fade me

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

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

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[Celly
Aww yeah yeah now know
ain't no sense in me fuckin around
My ground be the H-I-double-L-S-I-D-E bound
To touch you with them tecs and make marks, bounce like checks
Slide a bitch up under these niggas
And killin 'em off sex
Ain't no tellin what angle I'm comin with these
Penitentiary chances, nina ruff tap dancers
On your hood for breedin snitch bitch-made
Don't fade so they quick get sprayed niggas
I fuck with wig-splitters, Colombian neck-tie throat
(??) take a time business to get paid
To get rid of you
Chatter police-ass niggas chances (takin chances)
Man you can't fuck these circumstances

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

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