Luyện nghe bài hát Hustlers

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

If a nigga know the I ain't the type to front
I'll put any gun to you what type you
Supply any drug for you what high you
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 burgers krew, I ain't heard of
Matter of fact, murder ya

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

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

We them hustlers and that's who know
We get low, get dough 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' leave
We die young, go to jail for 1
On a come-up, nigga and that's I'm from

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

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

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

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

We them and that's 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

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

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

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

Sigel was the name that gave me
The streets is I'm tryin' to teach that, kids
'Cause some niggas know that they be clowns
Ay yo, the sun go down we go 'round

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