Luyện nghe bài hát Hustler Musik

Hit me, right in the sternum time t baby
You already know, you already know, you know
This that hustler musik young Weezy got 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 paint the red wit this one
I'm a wit' this one
See you fuckin' wit' the boys who tote way before Christmas.
No assistance that persistence with.
That commitment if, I don't get it somebody die tonight
I know my is tight,
And I deserve the thrown, and if the kid right,
let me die in this song, see I'll be ridin' (just)
Ridin' alone wit' my daddy on my mind like you gotta be
How the hell you ain't here to see ya prince do his
Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a
be, so I be who I be that's me
That's Weezy F. and
say the motherfuckin'
So I be who I be, that's me that's F. Baby and please say the motherfuckin'

Baby you know that I'm just out here 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 feet on the
My to the judge if the money don't move
Then I won't budge, won't budge, no I won't no, na

is the motivation
Facin' the avenue, touchin' the wall
Got the weed, got the gun gotta run when I hear bird call, dang
Hop in thang and merk off, swerve off
You know me, they me "Birdman Junior"
Anybody murderer if Birdman it
Phantom of the opera all black tent, locked in
I can let them shots out, you can't get no in
Bulletproof, leave a wit' a bullet roof
Shoot ya in ya mouth, Leroy they call 'em bullet
I'm like what it do, it do
a full court pressure
I'm just for the two, if I'm open for the three
I'm a take it in a second, if there's one second 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 what it is worth to the turf (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, boy will lay flat so flat
act is what I perform amongst you haters
Got Nina in my and I'm masturbatin'
Black Peter Pan flies 'til I die, you sayin'
Ape, Yves Saint, Evisu, what I stay in
Got me feelin' like like the Koheba
Streets reply I look in a four seater
You know I be out ridin' a four seater
Top floor of the four seasons, four of them
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 bundle up
We ain't on this grind for nothin', so get ya up.

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Man, man this be that hustler
Weezy got that motherfucking hustler musik, yo
So to it yo, and vibe to it yo
I'm asking please please
Young Weezy got that musik
Young Weezy got that motherfucking musik
to it yo, vibe 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 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 kids, guard your face
Guard your body we the place, we here
Fuck bitches its young money