Luyện nghe bài hát Hustle Hard Remix

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)
need a house (house)
Baby need 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 out until August
money deposits
See the then I cop it
Got but a house in my pocket
I'm on beach with the top off
Bad and her ass soft
outta that catalog
She introduced to lock jaw
And I think her name was
Or maybe it was
My Chevy too high
I that Wiz Khalifa
And I'm all about them
talkin' Aretha
Bitch my league too
I'm hip hop Jeter
And I'm still my pockets
Big bass and its
Yeah this be remix
But still ride with that rocket
Nigga walking to my household
"We The best" be logo
Hundred grand for neck glow
All the dinero
flow so retarded
We be getting
Oh Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, Wheezy party 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)
Times are getting (hard)
Guess what do
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Closed mouths get fed on this boulevard

fours on my Beemer
You never when I slide up
Nineteen in my nina, red dot when I up
Hundred in that K-O-D
King of Diamonds me nigga
No you can't hit my beat
Choppers only thing free
to me and I teach you
Somebody text his
Straight in my pika
Ace my speakers
night I counted one mill
This morning, one
niggas can't count me out,
Don't make me ya feelings, ah
V twelve jet blue, forget it
Rolex embedded with and baguettes
Same old brick, it's different yay
Yeah that's paint, on my seven Tre

old shit, just a different day
Out here get it (get it), each and every way (way)
Momma a house (house)
Baby some shoes (shoes)
Times are getting (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 card in my
Riding round in that
off my boxers
I ain't got to be boxing
Got a red bone she tropic
If she me right then she shopping
Young money we
I eat these rappers, Anthony
See that V-neck, that's
Grilled up Ocho
Chuck Taylors with no
You chicken, po' yo
Nigga in Sundays, King of Diamonds Monday
Swagger just dumb, call it Kelly
Got a big house with a back yard, fish tank with in it
Real nigga I'm
I'll the bitches 'til she short winded
Got a bad who be bar tending
Couple homies that bang
I get on anybody track and hit that bitch with Wayne train
Free my T.I
to the beehive
Got a G six and a G
You pussy you feline
Don't stop the party, we be gnarly
Woh kimosabe, I'm with Mack, Fucus and

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

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