Luyện nghe bài hát Hustlers

Sup wit' lame ass niggas, man?
I'm you
Niggas keep runnin' to rap shit, you kna' mean?
Like y'all like that
Y'all niggas betta up a basketball, or somethin'
Y'all ain't ready for this shit

If a nigga know the Memph I the type to front
I'll put any gun to you type you want?
Supply any drug for you high you want?
Bag any for you nicer slut

Yeah, I hot fees my niggas got cheese
You run around frontin' like you got keys
You never flipped your krew, I ain't heard of
Matter of fact, murder ya

I heard you niggas spit but it's indirect
Say my name and see where I end tech
I got a lot of love for but dawg, I'm real
When it's beef, it's beef it's rap, it's real

Nuttin' a lot of frontin' I seen
I done analyzed this game nuttin' but schemes
New ways to records I aim for it
Put it out if it's hot, not, just it

We them hustlers and who y'all know
We get low, get dough flip for sho'
We them that's who we be
We got pop three for R O C

We hustlers and that's who y'all know
We get low, get dough gold for sho'
We them that's who we be
We got cheese pop for R O C

Yo, yo this is my ghetto I eat, sleep, here
To the truth, dawg none of us gon' leave here
We die young, go to jail for 1
On a come-up, and that's where I'm from

I done learned from that Puff and that shit
I ain't in no club on some loco shit
I'ma catch you you sit put 4 in yo whip
Catch girl in the club put nut in your bitch

Niggas wanna see the Memph go and lose his
Go and use his tool, nigga, use the
You bootleg my shit I want me a chunk
Deuce I'm not a chump, I'll you slumped in the trunk

What part of that you don't understand, or hear?
Misinterpurate, dawg, I put in
I got a name, and my sound phenomenol
Still keep them thangs next to the

We them hustlers and that's who know
We get low, get dough flip gold for
We them gangstas who we be
We got cheese pop for R O C

We them hustlers and who y'all know
We get low, get dough flip for sho'
We gangstas that's who we be
We got pop three for R O C

Uh, uh, uh before these rhymes
I was bustin' these nines before raps
I was bustin' my gat before the groups
I spoke with the
Why do catz wanna my speech?
Imagine my if I wasn't in touch with the street

On the block, deep wit my touchin' the heat
I'm to crack, now i'm slingin' raps huster wit beats
You is lame you catz can't touch what I reach
And quiet as kept you niggas can't hush I speech

My story's too deep life real, clear as the
See my grill, hear my voice clear when you sleep
You niggas know me the cat who be tearin' these
Ain't nothin' changed but my name when I on these beats
It's Mac

Sigel was the that they gave me
The streets that is I'm tryin' to teach that,
'Cause some niggas don't that they be clowns
Ay yo, the sun don't go down we go

We them hustlers and who y'all know
We get low, get dough flip gold for
We them gangstas who we be
We got cheese pop for R O C

We them hustlers and that's who y'all
We get low, get dough gold for sho'
We gangstas that's who we be
We got pop three for R O C

We them hustlers and that's who know
We get low, get dough flip for sho'
We gangstas that's who we be
We got pop three for R O C