Luyện nghe bài hát Hustler Musik

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

Goddamn, next hit a nigga in his head with this one
I'm a the city red wit this one
I'm a wit' this one
See you fuckin' wit' the who tote toys way before Christmas.
No assistance just that with.
That commitment if, I don't get it 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 gotta be
How the hell you ain't to see ya prince do his thing
Sometimes I wanna drop a but no emotions from a king
She'll be, so I be who I be me
That's F. Baby and
Please say the
So I be who I be, that's me that's Weezy F. and please say the motherfuckin'

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

Money is the
Facin' the avenue, back the wall
Got the weed, got the gun gotta run when I hear that call, dang
Hop in that and merk off, swerve off
You me, they call me "Birdman Junior"
Anybody murderer if sponsor it
Phantom of the opera all gwop tent, locked in
I can let them out, you can't get no shots in
Bulletproof, leave a nigga wit' a roof
Shoot ya in ya mouth, Leroy call 'em bullet tooth
I'm what it do, what it do
There's a full pressure
I'm just for the two, if I'm open for the three
I'm a take it in a second, even if one second and I'm a make it, it's nothin'
I take it for granted, I don't take it for nothin'.
I it for what 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 track and make me go back
thing will go blat, that boy will lay flat so flat
That act is what I perform you haters
Got Nina in my palm and I'm
Peter Pan flies 'til I die, what you sayin'
Bathing Ape, Yves Saint, Evisu, what I in
Got me feelin' Scarface like the Koheba
Streets I look right in a four seater
You know I be out here ridin' a four
Top floor of the four seasons, of them whores
And they all how to cook it up and look I got some
But only one know how the bag, bundle up
See its a cold so homey bundle up
We ain't on this grind for nothin', so get ya up.

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