Luyện nghe bài hát Hustle Hard Remix

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

Same old shit, a different day
Out here tryna get it (get it), each and way (way)
Momma need a (house)
Baby need some (shoes)
are getting hard (hard)
Guess what do (what's that?)
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Closed mouths don't get fed on this

Okay, I'm booked out until
Show deposits
See the shit I cop it
Got but a house in my pocket
I'm on beach with the top off
Bad bitch and her ass
Something that catalog
She to that lock jaw
And I her name was Lisa
Or maybe it was
My Chevy sittin' too
I call Wiz Khalifa
And I'm all about them
Ain't talkin'
Bitch my too major
I'm hip hop Jeter
And I'm still my pockets
Big bass and its
this be that remix
But ride around with that rocket
Nigga back to my household
"We The best" be logo
Hundred for that neck glow
All the dinero
Nigga flow so
We be gnarly
Oh Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, party 'cause its the

Same old shit, just a 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 what do
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
mouths don't get fed on this boulevard

Twenty fours on my
You never know when I up
Nineteen in my nina, red dot when I up
Hundred deep in that
King of Diamonds that's me
No you can't hit my beat
Choppers only thing free
to me and I teach you
Somebody his picture
drop in my pika
Ace my speakers
Last I counted one mill
morning, one fifty
Pussy niggas count me out,
make me hurt ya feelings, ah
V bugiddy jet blue, forget it
Rolex with princess and baguettes
Same old brick, but's it's yay
Yeah that's candy paint, on my Tre

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

OK, now, black in my pocket
Riding in that 'Gatti
off my boxers
I ain't got time to be
Got a red bone she tropic
If she fuck me then she shopping
Young money we
I eat these rappers, Hopkins
See V-neck, that's Polo
up like Ocho
Chuck Taylors no socks
You chicken, po' yo
Nigga live in Sundays, King of Monday
just 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 short
Got a bad bitch who be bar
Couple that gang bang
I get on anybody track and hit 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 the party, we be getting gnarly
Woh kimosabe, I'm Mack, Fucus and Marley

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

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