Luyện nghe bài hát Hustler Musik

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

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 toys way Christmas.
No just that persistence with.
commitment if, I don't get it somebody gone die tonight
I know my 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 you gotta be kiddin'
How the hell you ain't here to see ya prince do his
Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a
She'll be, so I be who I be me
That's Weezy F. and
say the motherfuckin'
So I be who I be, me that's Weezy F. Baby and please say the motherfuckin'

Baby you gotta that 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 budge, won't budge, no I won't budge no, na

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

I ain't never nobody I promise, I promise if you try me
He gone to rewind this track and make me go back
That thing go blat, that boy will lay flat so flat
That act is what I perform you haters
Got in my palm and I'm masturbatin'
Black Peter Pan flies 'til I die, what you
Bathing Ape, Saint, Evisu, what I stay in
Got me like Scarface like the Koheba
Streets I look right in a four seater
You I be out here ridin' a four seater
Top floor of the four seasons, four of whores
And they all know how to it up and look I got some
But one know how the bag, bitch bundle up
See its a world so homey bundle 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 to it yo, and vibe to it yo
I'm asking please please
Young Weezy got that hustler
Young Weezy got that motherfucking musik
to it yo, vibe to it yo, vibe to it yo
Its shit man, its real talk man, its how do it
How did it, how it
Its real man, its real talk boy, its how do it
How did it, how it, I ain't braggin', I ain't boastin'
This the way it go I ain't braggin', I boastin', this the way it is
Better guard your kids, guard your
Guard your we warn the place, we here
bitches its young money nigga