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 know who to trust, to look fo'
How niggas wanna kill 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 wanted to mack like he fin' to do
And get to be dumpin on yo' ass nigga
One of the main rules, of the game, a doubt
Nigga don't you ever a gun and don't use it
that's a good way to get your brains blow out
Motherfucker me get to flashin then I lose it
that ol' shit up to me and watch me prove it
Nigga, you be real about this shit
If you in it you in it be no punk
Nigga ain't no baseball game, niggas don't FORFEIT NO DAMN FUNK

Two brothers goin for sack
In the back of the 'llac, a whiffle
Strippin the fuck up out of willow
Poppin ecstasy like
It'll get you in the long run, sniffin long ones
Way girl ya dick and now it got ya on one
up shorted, circumstances nigga quote it
What goes around comes around tryin to this (?) Brady hostess
Keep your focus, and the love of the hocus pocus
Set up hoes lovin to get jackers to come and 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 hardco' Sic-Wid-It-ass

Chorus: singers together

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

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

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

Nigga - slang delight enough to get my hustle right
It's double like, a new Benzo with the bubble lights
Scuffle fights with rats and roaches, I was the
Motherfucker, now I'm the nigga to ballin ferocious
Motherfucker, a nigga off like wax off, cracks off a hard
(Fo' sheezy) ain't easy and motherfucker only 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 hear the
(Don't you hear the music? Too for my shirt)
Too for my shirt so bad hurt
on the turf wanna put my ass up in the dirt, cause 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 jugs of

Damn, (??)cydal when vital shit starts to happen
Eager to be the nigga for cappin
Strappin up no thang, it's survival
It's makin you all good when it comes to enemies and rivals
It's +Higher Learning+, but it's Lies+
When it comes to the
Speedy Gonzalez destroyes the Eastside
Is it ridicule or stardom? Did we yo' feelings, pardon
I'm makin fall like cops on +Rage in Harlem+
(Beotch!) I'm on some shit
Bit the off the Cristal
I'm drunk so let me for a while

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

And all you O.G. motherfuckers better stop tryin to 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 nowadays
Be off water and hot?

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