Luyện nghe bài hát Hustle Hard

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

old shit, just a different day
Out tryna get it (get it), each and every way (way)
need a house (house)
Baby some shoes (shoes)
are getting hard (hard)
Guess what do (what's that?)
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Closed mouths get fed on this boulevard

Okay, I'm booked out August
money deposits
See the then I cop it
Got but a house in my pocket
I'm on south with the top off
Bad bitch and her ass
Something outta that
She to that lock jaw
And I think her was Lisa
Or maybe it was
My sittin' too high
I call that Wiz
And I'm all about them
talkin' Aretha
Bitch my too major
I'm hip hop Jeter
And I'm still feeling my
Big and its knocking
Yeah this be remix
But still ride around with rocket
walking back to my household
"We The best" be that
grand for that neck glow
All the dinero
Nigga so retarded
We be getting
Oh Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, Wheezy 'cause its the

old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it (get it), each and way (way)
need a house (house)
Baby some shoes (shoes)
are getting hard (hard)
Guess I'ma do
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Closed mouths don't get fed on boulevard

fours on my Beemer
You never know I slide up
Nineteen in my nina, red dot when I up
Hundred deep in that
King of Diamonds me nigga
No you bitches hit my beat
Choppers only thing niggas
Step to me and I you
Somebody his picture
Straight drop in my
Ace my speakers
Last night I counted one
This morning, one
Pussy can't count me out,
Don't me hurt ya feelings, ah
V bugiddy jet blue, forget it
embedded with princess and baguettes
Same old brick, but's different yay
Yeah that's candy paint, on my Tre

old shit, just a different day
Out tryna get it (get it), each and every way (way)
Momma a house (house)
Baby some shoes (shoes)
Times are hard (hard)
Guess what we do
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Closed mouths get fed on this boulevard

OK, now, card in my pocket
round 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 that V-neck, that's
up like Ocho
Chuck Taylors no socks
You chicken, po' yo
Nigga live in Sundays, King of Diamonds
Swagger just dumb, call it Kelly
Got a big house a back yard, fish tank with sharks in it
Real I'm authentic
I'll fuck the bitches 'til she short
Got a bad who be bar tending
Couple homies that bang
I get on track and hit that bitch with that Wayne train
Free my T.I
to the beehive
Got a G six and a G
You pussy you feline
stop the party, we be getting gnarly
Woh kimosabe, I'm with Mack, and Marley

Cause its the old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and way
Momma need a house, need some shoes
want that Carter Four, bitch, it's coming soon

Same old shit, a different day
Out tryna get it (get it), each and every way (way)
Momma need a (house)
Baby some shoes (shoes)
Times are getting (hard)
Guess what I'ma do (do)
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Closed mouths get fed on this boulevard