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), and every way (way)
Momma a house (house)
Baby some shoes (shoes)
are getting hard (hard)
Guess I'ma do (what's that?)
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Closed mouths don't get fed on boulevard

Okay, I'm booked out until
money deposits
See the shit I cop it
Got but a house in my pocket
I'm on south beach the top off
Bad and her ass soft
Something that catalog
She introduced to lock jaw
And I her name was Lisa
Or it was Sheila
My sittin' too high
I call Wiz Khalifa
And I'm all them Franklins
Ain't talkin'
Bitch my too major
I'm hip hop Derek
And I'm still my pockets
Big bass and its
Yeah this be that
But still ride around with that
Nigga walking back to my
"We The best" be that
Hundred for that neck glow
All about the
flow so retarded
We be getting
Oh Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, party 'cause its 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)
Times are hard (hard)
what I'ma do
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Closed mouths get fed on this boulevard

fours on my Beemer
You know when I slide up
Nineteen in my nina, red dot I ride up
Hundred deep in K-O-D
King of Diamonds that's me
No you bitches hit my beat
only thing free niggas
Step to me and I you
text his picture
Straight in my pika
Ace knocking my
Last I counted one mill
This morning, one
Pussy niggas can't me out,
make me hurt ya feelings, ah
V bugiddy jet blue, forget it
Rolex with princess and baguettes
old brick, but's it's different yay
Yeah that's paint, on my seven Tre

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 getting (hard)
Guess what we do
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Closed don't get fed on this boulevard

OK, now, card in my pocket
Riding round in 'Gatti
off my boxers
I ain't got time to be
Got a red she look tropic
If she fuck me right she shopping
Young we poppin'
I eat rappers, Anthony Hopkins
See that V-neck, Polo
Grilled up Ocho
Chuck Taylors no socks
You chicken, po' yo
Nigga live in Sundays, of Diamonds Monday
Swagger just dumb, call it Bundy
Got a big house with a back yard, tank with sharks in it
Real nigga I'm
fuck the bitches 'til she short winded
Got a bad who be bar tending
Couple that gang 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 niggas you feline
Don't stop the party, we be gnarly
Woh kimosabe, I'm Mack, Fucus and Marley

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

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