Luyện nghe bài hát Hustlers

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

If a nigga the Memph I ain't the type to front
I'll put any gun to you what 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 frontin' like you niggas got keys
You never flipped burgers your krew, I heard of
Matter of fact, murder ya

I you niggas spit shit 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 when it's rap, it's

between a lot of frontin' I seen
I done analyzed game it's nuttin' but schemes
New to sell 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 flip gold for sho'
We them gangstas who we be
We got cheese pop for R O C

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

Yo, yo this is my ghetto I eat, sleep, breathe
To tell the truth, dawg none of us gon' 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 Lopez
I runnin' in no club on some loco shit
I'ma you when you sit put 4 in yo whip
Catch your girl in the club put nut in bitch

Niggas wanna see the Memph go and his cool
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

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

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

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

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

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

My too deep life real, clear as the streets
See my iced grill, hear my voice when you sleep
You niggas me the cat who be tearin' these streets
Ain't nothin' but my name when I appeared on these beats
Bien Mac

Sigel was the name that they me
The streets that is I'm tryin' to that, kids
'Cause some don't know that they be clowns
Ay yo, the sun go down we go 'round

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

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