Luyện nghe bài hát Hustle Hard

G Mix
I do it
(Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle)
(G mix)
This the

Same old shit, just a day
Out here tryna get it (get it), each and way (way)
Momma a house (house)
Baby need shoes (shoes)
Times are hard (hard)
what I'ma do (what's that?)
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Closed don't get fed on this boulevard

Okay, I'm booked out until
money deposits
See the then I cop it
Got but a note in my pocket
I'm on south beach the top off
Bad and her ass soft
outta that catalog
She to that lock jaw
And I think her name was
Or it was Sheila
My Chevy too high
I call that Wiz
And I'm all about Franklins
Ain't talkin'
Bitch my league too
I'm hip hop Jeter
And I'm still my pockets
Big and its knocking
Yeah be that remix
But still ride around with rocket
Nigga walking to my household
"We The best" be logo
Hundred for that neck glow
All about the
Nigga flow so
We be gnarly
Oh Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, Wheezy 'cause its the

old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it (get it), and every way (way)
need a house (house)
Baby some shoes (shoes)
Times are hard (hard)
Guess what do
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Closed don't get fed on this boulevard

Twenty fours on my
You never know I slide up
in my nina, red dot when I ride up
Hundred deep in that
King of that's me nigga
No you bitches hit my beat
only thing free niggas
Step to me and I you
Somebody text his
Straight drop in my
Ace knocking my
Last night I counted one
morning, one fifty
Pussy can't count me out,
Don't me hurt ya feelings, ah
V twelve bugiddy jet blue, it
Rolex embedded with princess and
Same old brick, but's it's yay
that's candy paint, on my seven Tre

Same old shit, a different day
Out here get it (get it), each and every way (way)
Momma need a (house)
Baby need shoes (shoes)
Times are hard (hard)
Guess what we do
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Closed mouths don't get fed on boulevard

OK, now, black in my pocket
Riding in that 'Gatti
Pistol off my
I ain't got time to be
Got a red bone she tropic
If she fuck me then she shopping
Young we poppin'
I eat rappers, Anthony Hopkins
See V-neck, that's Polo
Grilled up Ocho
Chuck Taylors no socks
You chicken, po' yo
Nigga live in Sundays, of Diamonds Monday
Swagger dumb, call it Kelly Bundy
Got a big house with a back yard, tank with sharks in it
nigga I'm authentic
I'll fuck the bitches 'til she winded
Got a bad bitch who be bar
homies that gang bang
I get on anybody track and hit that bitch with that train
my nigga T.I
SooWoo to the
Got a G six and a G
You niggas you feline
Don't the party, we be getting gnarly
Woh kimosabe, I'm with Mack, Fucus and

Cause its the same old shit, just a day
Out tryna get it, each and every way
need a house, baby need some shoes
They want that Four, bitch, it's coming soon

Same old shit, a different day
Out here get it (get it), each and every way (way)
need a house (house)
Baby need shoes (shoes)
Times are hard (hard)
what I'ma gonna do (do)
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
mouths don't get fed on this boulevard