Luyện nghe bài hát Hustler Musik

Hit me, right in the sternum time t baby
You already know, you know, you already know
This that hustler young Weezy got that motherfuckin' hustler musik
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 toys way before Christmas.
No assistance just 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 song, see I'll be ridin' (just)
Ridin' alone wit' my on my mind like you gotta be kiddin'
How the you ain't here to see ya prince do his thing
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 Weezy F. Baby and please say the

Baby you gotta know that I'm just out here 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 to the judge if the money don't move
Then I won't budge, 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 bird call,
Hop in that and merk off, swerve off
You me, they call me "Birdman Junior"
Anybody if Birdman sponsor 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 nigga wit' a roof
Shoot ya in ya mouth, Leroy they call 'em tooth
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 it in a second, even if there's one second and I'm a make it, it's nothin'
I take it for granted, I don't take it for nothin'.
I take it for what it is worth to the motherfucker (yea)

I ain't killed nobody I promise, I promise 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
That act is I perform amongst you haters
Got in my palm and I'm masturbatin'
Black Pan flies 'til I die, what you sayin'
Bathing Ape, Saint, Evisu, what I stay in
Got me feelin' like Scarface the Koheba
Streets I look right in a four seater
You I be out here ridin' a four seater
Top floor of the seasons, four of them whores
And all know how to cook it up and look I got some
But only one know how the bag, bitch up
See its a world so homey bundle up
We on this grind for nothin', so get ya hustle 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 y'all please
Young Weezy got that musik
Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler
to it yo, vibe to it yo, vibe to it yo
Its real man, its real 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 boastin'
the way it go I ain't braggin', I ain't boastin', this the way it is
Better guard your kids, your face
Guard your body we the place, we here
Fuck bitches its money nigga