Luyện nghe bài hát Hustlers

Sup these lame ass niggas, man?
I'm you
Niggas keep runnin' to this rap shit, you kna'
Like y'all like that
niggas betta pick up a basketball, or somethin'
Y'all niggas ready for this shit

If a nigga the Memph I ain't the type to front
put any gun to you what type you want?
Supply any drug for you what high you
Bag any for you nicer slut

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

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

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

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

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

I done learned from that Puff and that shit
I ain't runnin' in no club on some loco
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

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

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

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

On the block, deep wit my peeps touchin' the
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 kept you niggas can't hush I speech

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

Sigel was the name that 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 that's who y'all
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 y'all
We get low, get flip gold for sho'
We them gangstas who we be
We got cheese pop for R O C

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