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 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 head wit' one
See you fuckin' wit' the boys who tote toys way Christmas.
No assistance that persistence with.
That commitment if, I don't get it somebody gone die
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 you gotta be kiddin'
How the hell you ain't here to see ya do his thing
I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king
She'll be, so I be who I be me
Weezy F. Baby and
Please say the
So I be who I be, me that's Weezy F. Baby and please say the motherfuckin'

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

Money is the
Facin' the avenue, back touchin' the
Got the weed, got the gun gotta run when I hear that call, dang
Hop in that thang and merk off, off
You know me, call me "Birdman Junior"
Anybody if Birdman sponsor it
Phantom of the all black gwop tent, locked in
I can let them shots out, you can't get no in
Bulletproof, leave a nigga wit' a roof
Shoot ya in ya mouth, Leroy they 'em bullet tooth
I'm what it do, what 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 one second and I'm a make it, it's nothin'
I don't 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 killed nobody I promise, I promise if you try me
He gone have to this track and make me go back
That will go blat, that boy will lay flat so flat
That act is I perform amongst you haters
Got in my palm and I'm masturbatin'
Black Peter Pan flies I die, what you sayin'
Ape, Yves Saint, Evisu, what I stay in
Got me feelin' like like the Koheba
Streets reply I look right in a seater
You I be out here ridin' a four seater
Top floor of the four seasons, four of whores
And all know how to cook it up and look I got some
But one know how the bag, bitch bundle 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 hustler musik
Young got that motherfucking hustler musik, yo
So to it yo, and vibe to it yo
I'm asking y'all please
Young Weezy got that hustler
Young Weezy got that motherfucking musik
Ride to it yo, 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 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 ain't braggin', I boastin', this the way it is
Better guard your kids, guard face
your body we warn the place, we here
Fuck its young money nigga