Luyện nghe bài hát Hustler Musik

Hit me, right in the sternum this time t
You already know, you know, you already know
This that hustler musik young Weezy got motherfuckin' hustler musik
So ride to it y'all, to it y'all

Goddamn, next they hit a nigga in his with this one
I'm a paint the red wit this one
I'm a head this one
See you wit' the boys who tote toys way before Christmas.
No assistance that persistence with.
That commitment if, I get it somebody gone die tonight
I my vibe is tight,
And I the thrown, and if the kid ain't right,
Then let me die in this song, see I'll be (just)
Ridin' alone wit' my daddy on my mind like you be kiddin'
How the hell you ain't here to see ya prince do his
Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no from a king
She'll be, so I be who I be me
That's Weezy F. and
say the motherfuckin'
So I be who I be, that's me that's Weezy F. and please say the motherfuckin'

Baby you gotta know I'm just out here doin' what I gotta do
For me and you and we
So bitch why the is you trippin'.
I'm takin' these chances my head to the sky, my on the ground
My fingers to the judge if the don't move
Then I won't budge, budge, no I won't budge no, na

Money is the
the avenue, back touchin' the wall
Got the weed, got the gun gotta run when I hear bird call, dang
Hop in that thang and merk off, off
You me, they call me "Birdman Junior"
Anybody murderer if sponsor it
of the opera all black gwop tent, locked in
I can let them out, you can't get no shots in
Bulletproof, leave a nigga wit' a bullet
Shoot ya in ya mouth, Leroy call 'em bullet tooth
I'm like what it do, it do
There's a full pressure
I'm going for the two, if I'm open for the three
I'm a take it in a second, even if there's one and I'm a make it, it's nothin'
I don't take it for granted, I take it for nothin'.
I take it for it is worth to the turf motherfucker (yea)

I ain't never killed nobody I promise, I if you try me
He gone have to rewind this and make me go back
That thing will go blat, that boy will lay so flat
That act is I perform amongst you haters
Got in my palm and I'm masturbatin'
Black Peter Pan flies 'til I die, what you
Ape, Yves Saint, Evisu, what I stay in
Got me feelin' like Scarface like the
reply I look right in a four seater
You know I be out here ridin' a seater
Top floor of the seasons, four of them whores
And they all know how to cook it up and I got some
But only one know how the bag, bitch up
See its a cold world so homey up
We ain't on this grind for nothin', so get ya up.

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Man, man this be that hustler
Young got that motherfucking hustler musik, yo
So ride to it yo, and to it yo
I'm asking y'all please
Young got that hustler musik
Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler
Ride to it yo, vibe to it yo, to it yo
Its real shit man, its talk man, its how do it
How did it, how it
Its real shit man, its real boy, its how do it
How did it, how done it, I ain't braggin', I ain't
This the way it go I braggin', I ain't boastin', this the way it is
Better guard your kids, your face
your body we warn the place, we here
Fuck its young money nigga