Luyện nghe bài hát Hustler Musik

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

Goddamn, next they hit a in his head with this one
I'm a paint the red wit this one
I'm a head wit' one
See you fuckin' wit' the who tote toys way before Christmas.
No assistance just persistence with.
That commitment if, I get it somebody gone die tonight
I my vibe is tight,
And I deserve the thrown, and if the kid right,
Then let me die in this song, see be ridin' (just)
Ridin' wit' my daddy on my mind like you gotta be kiddin'
How the hell you ain't here to see ya 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 Weezy F. Baby 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 bitch why the is you trippin'.
I'm takin' these chances my to the sky, my feet 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 know me, they me "Birdman Junior"
Anybody if Birdman sponsor it
Phantom of the opera all black gwop tent, in
I can let them out, you can't get no shots in
Bulletproof, leave a wit' a bullet 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 open for the
I'm a take it in a second, even if there's one and I'm a make it, it's nothin'
I don't take it for granted, I don't it for nothin'.
I take it for what it is worth to the turf (yea)

I ain't never killed I promise, I promise if you try me
He gone to rewind this track and make me go back
That will go blat, that boy will lay flat so flat
act is what I perform amongst you haters
Got Nina in my palm and I'm
Black Pan flies 'til I die, what you sayin'
Bathing Ape, Yves Saint, Evisu, I stay in
Got me feelin' like 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 one know how the bag, bitch bundle up
See its a cold so homey bundle up
We ain't on grind for nothin', so get ya hustle up.

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Man, man be that hustler musik
Young Weezy got that hustler musik, yo
So ride to it yo, and to it yo
I'm asking y'all please
Young got that hustler musik
Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler
Ride to it yo, vibe to it yo, 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 braggin', I ain't boastin'
the way it go I ain't braggin', I ain't boastin', this the way it is
Better your kids, guard your face
Guard your body we the place, we here
bitches its young money nigga